![]() With the help of none other than the venerable director Martin Scorsese, Dylan’s massive film and tape archives have been mined to piece together the upcoming feature length documentary No Direction Home, which focuses on the artist’s early years, from his high school days in 1959, to his journey from Minnesota to Greenwich Village in early 1961, to his reign atop the rock ‘n’ roll world in 1966. It was like hearing a favorite relative reminisce on a lazy evening there were times where we weren’t quite sure if Bob was remembering things correctly, if he was exaggerating a bit too much, or if he was completely full of shit, but the playful lyricism of his prose, so much like his song lyrics, and so vastly different from Tarantula, his pretentious attempt at Kerouac-style spontaneous poetry from nearly four decades ago, made it impossible for us not to just sit back and enjoy the tales, tall or not. Obviously still getting a huge kick out of playing the role of the enigmatic troubadour, the first volume of his autobiography, Chronicles, was an immensely entertaining collection of anecdotes from various phases of his life and music career. ![]() ![]() That happiness is the road.Īlthough Bob Dylan has been on his infamous “Never Ending Tour” since 1988, continually redefining and reinterpreting his vast back catalogue as he travels worldwide, performing in any city that’ll have him, the man has certainly been in a reflective mood as of late. Told me once that happiness isn’t on the road to anything.
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