Ena izmed boljših revizij lika in dela Boba Dylana, kar sem jih bral. Bill Wyman v Vulture slikovito opiše osebnostni in umetniški vzpon, razvoj in metamorfozo Boba Dylana v najbrž najbolj nenavadnega anti-pop-rock velikana, ki ne daje intervjujev in ne napoveduje svojih albumov ali koncertov, hkrati pa izda največ albumov in na leto odigra največ koncertov v primerjavi z ostalimi velikani (Springsteen, U2, Rolling Stones). Velikan, ki je masovno prisoten s svojo umetnostjo in ki kakor da ne želi biti opažen. Velikan, ki na koncertih namerno uniči oziroma naredi neprepoznavne svoje najboljše pesmi.
Aja, prihaja najnovejši Dylanov album – album priredb.
Maybe “no direction home” means that there’s no guidance home, that you have to figure it out for yourself.
If Bob Dylan is a question, maybe this is the answer. Given the chance, Dylan will give the audience his art, unadulterated, as he creates it, and nothing more. He believes it’s a corruption of his art to be directed by someone else’s sensibility. In its own weird way, isn’t this one sacred connection between artist and audience? It might be nicer if he did things differently. It might be more palatable, more commercially successful. (He might be somewhere by now.) This is what ties together his signal creations, his ongoing shows, and even the wretched albums of the ’80s and ’90s; what he does might be sublime and ineffable or yet also coarse and unsuccessful; it is what it is, defined by where it comes from, not what it should be. Even his remoteness is a by-product; it’s what he deserves after having given his all. Call the work art, call it crap, call it Spanish boots of Spanish leather, but in the end it’s the creation of an artist who defies us to ask for something more.
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