h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I'm not a Bob Dylan person, normally. (This doesn't come as such a big surprise from a 20 year old, now does it.)
On most occasions, I wholeheartedly agree with Max Goldt's judgement:
'Krächz krächz, klampf klampf, keine zarten Geheimnisse, dazu hässlich wie die Nacht.'
Why is it, then, that on nights like these I simply cannot restrain myself from playing the only Bob Dylan tape I own over and over again?
My adorable sister, who knows much more on this subject, compiled it for me. I don't know most of the titles (I could just about identify 'Masters of War'); I don't understand the larger part of the lyrics. The sound quality is extremely poor.
I am at this moment rewinding the tape for the third time in a row.
I blame it on my childhood. I was brought up on a strange mixture of Neil Young, the Stones, Lou Reed, and, there you have it, Bob Dylan.
I spent the first 15 years loathing that whining voice. Am I just know discovering Bob Dylan's true qualities? Or is there some Freudian thing involved?
Well, well, who knows... just tell me where it hurts... and I'll tell you who to call...