World Stage

Dylan
photo by mr_la_rue.

I have visions of my neighbors busting down the door and bashing my head in with baseball bats because I laugh too loudly while watching documentaries with the headphones on. The last one was “No Direction Home”, about Bob Dylan. Was it supposed to be funny? I hope so. Afterwards I go into the den and strum my guitar and do my best impression of a folk singer. What wonderful concerts I performed to an audience of books and lamps.

Why does Bob Dylan get press conferences about his opinions when he is only in the public forum because he knows how to strum a guitar, and some would day, sing? Why not invite the anonymous history major to share his message to mobilize a generation? But I cannot deny that Bob’s lyrics of the past flashed like lightning and blinded me. I almost prefer to hear someone else cover his songs, like an old gospel singer, because Bob sounds like he is parodying himself. I cannot hear the lyrics because Bob is in the way.