The hits, they keep-a-comin'.
For those not in the know, I do have a thing, if you will, for Bob Dylan. His Christmas album was awful, he has a ridiculous bias from the editors of Rolling Stone and his quirky little ticketless Warfield Show was misguided.
A Dylan marathon is a draining thing, and I was not grateful to be engrossed in fairly complicated lyrics when hungering for the visceral emotional relief music can provide.
Listening solely to Bob Dylan over the course of three 90-degree days while packing for college is something like being in solitary confinement next door to a rambling lunatic with a guitar. Some of the strumming is painful, some achieves sentiment, and SOME comes close to sounding like music.
The majority of Bob Dylan's songs remind me of a run-on sentence by Jack Kerouac set to music.
I think that his name will go down in history, because it already has, but that doesn't mean I think he's supremely important.
And that really says it all, at least for me. His name has -- and will continue -- to go down in history, but why should relatively young music fans with their own individual tastes and appropriate music idols/legends have to believe what everyone else does about Bob Fucking Dylan?Dylan's voice can never surpass his whiny, moaning, complaining tone that he has made for himself. He is by no means a great vocalist or even a competent one, but he is able to tell stories.