August 16th, 2011
Look, we’re not going to pretend for one second that I’m Not There isn’t one of (with apologies to the great Cate Blanchett) the world’s most garbage movies or that the five scariest words in the English language aren’t “new music from Bob Dylan,” but you’d have to be a fool or a jerk or both at the same time to not admit that Bob Dylan wasn’t one of The Most Stone Coldest Dudes to ever walk the earth. He earned that. And though he may have lost it somewhere along the way, we feel it’s best to give respect where it’s due. With Bob Dylan, even in 2011, it’s due.
Zimmerman, Robert: Aka Bob Dylan, aka the Mystery Tramp, aka Napoleon in Rags. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, Bob Dylan was the all-seeing eye atop the pyramid of rock–a razor-thin, tousle-haired visionary speaking in stoned parables and meth-riddles about the nature of transcendental consciousness from behind impenetrable black shades. His status as generational oracle was earned by a triumvirate of hallucinatory folk-rock albums–1965’s Bringing It All Back Home and Highway 61 Revisited, and 1966’s Blonde on Blonde–that he would spend the rest of his career simultaneously trying to live up to and live down, never quite succeeding on either count.