One of the most interesting things about Bob Dylan is how many Bobs Dylan there have been: folk-Guthrie-Dylan, folk-Jack-Elliot-Dylan, Dylan Thomas-Dylan, Rimbaud-Dylan, St. August…Dylan, Bobby Cash…Dylan has evolved through more musical influences and personas than anyone other than Bowie. One of the only artists that comes to mind when discussing Dylan is Picasso — nobody destroyed and recreated pop culture out of whole cloth like those two, and Miles Davis.
Nonetheless, every hero faces dragons and Dylan was all but irrelevant in the late 1980′s. Of course, I loved him. I was also an insane freak who thought rock ‘n’ roll mattered because I was a junior in high school and I knew he was a genius. Here’s to 1986. Here’s to driving cars in the summertime in Michigan. Here’s to some whacked out Dylan doc that captures the man portraying a clown who would be king. Of course it’s all a rope-a-dope from the great jester. Here’s to 50 years since the beginning of Dylan’s great electric trilogy. Here’s the flick…
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