What Always Attracted Me To [bob] Dylan,

Bob Dylan Continues To Release Odd And Unsettling Records, And To Do Odd And Unsettling Things On Stage. So The Term "still" Seems Meaningless To Me. But The Real Answer Is Simple: I Listen To Bob Dylan For Pleasure More Than I Listen To Anyone Else For Pleasure.

Listening Is Like Running Down A Mountain On A Switchback Trail, The Sound Of Surprise Generating Its Own Momentum. There’s A Punk Glee Inside The Bluegrass Craft–and A Punk Vehemence Inside The Bluegrass Smile.

I Was The First Records Editor At Rolling Stone, And There Were No Rules. There Was Nothing To Fall Back On As To How Do You Write About This Kind Of Music, So People Were Trying Absolutely Everything With A Great Sense Of Freedom And Experimentation And Success And Failure, And A Feeling Of, “my God, People Are Actually Paying Attention To This. Let’s Pretend They Aren’t Because We Don’t Want To Be Intimidated By What Somebody Might Think Of What We’re Saying.

As I Write, Johnny Rotten's First Moments In "anarchy In The U.k." - A Rolling Earthquake Of A Laugh, A Buried Shout, Then Hoary Words Somehow Stripped Of All Claptrap And Set Down In The City Streets - I Am An Antichrist - Remain As Powerful As Anything I Know. Listening To The Record Today - Listening To The Way Johnny Rotten Tears At His Lines, And Then Hurls The Pieces At The World; Recalling The All-consuming Smile He Produced As He Sang - My Back Stiffens; I Pull Away Even As My Scalp Begins To Sweat.

We Make The Oldest Stories New When We Succeed, And We Are Trapped By The Old Stories When We Fail