“The folk music scene had been like a paradise that I had to leave,
like Adam had to leave the garden. …In a few years’ time a shit storm
would be unleashed. Things would begin to burn. Bras, draft cards,
American flags, bridges, too—everybody would be dreaming of
getting it on. The national psyche would change and in a lot of ways
it would resemble the Night of the Living Dead. The road out would
be treacherous, and I didn’t know where it would lead but I followed it
anyway. It was a strange world ahead that would unfold, a thunderhead
of a world with jagged lightening edges. Many got it wrong and never
did get it right. I went straight into it. It was wide open. One thing for sure, not only was it not run by God, but it wasn’t run by the devil either.”

– Bob Dylan, Chronicles 

 Night of the Living Dead, 1968