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Her early stage fright made Baez seem doubly serious, and she was pretty serious to begin with, besotted with ancient songs of love and death but also with Mohandas K. Gandhi and the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. In high school in Palo Alto, she refused to participate in an air-raid drill, denying “the whole possibility that this made any sense at all,” and made the local papers. Thus was set the pattern for a lifetime. If you were a Dylan fan who preferred the swinging Symbolist to the Prince of Protest who preceded him — if you were, like, more “Desolation Row” than “Blowin’ in the Wind” — you might have regarded Baez as being overly political and insufficiently cool. It is true, as she says herself, that she wanted him to more enthusiastically share her enthusiasms. But differing interests split many young couples, not only those whose camera-ready love would follow them in pictures and recordings all the days of their lives, and right into this documentary. As with most attempts to
