Today is Bob Dylan's 70th Birthday. There is enough being written about this all over the Interwebs machines from Fiji to Greenland for me to add anything of historical value. For example, a professor of mine at Columbia added his thoughts on Dylan's pubescent turn-around as a 14 year old in Hibbing, Minnesota to the New York Times--an interesting op-ed twist to the mainstream birthday wishes. Click HERE to read more.
Rolling Stone Magazine has dedicated their entire current issue to Dylan turning 70 by listing "the top 70 Dylan songs" (a list I reviewed, and one I think they have made some pretty strange suggestions on). For all things RSM-Dylan, click HERE.
There is nothing really more to be said about this. In a recent letter to his fans and the media, Bob Dylan chastised people like me who focus all their energies on trying to unlock some magic truth behind the man in a sneering sarcasm that only he can pull off so perfectly.
"Everybody knows by now that there's a gazillion books on me either out or coming out in the near future. So I'm encouraging anybody who's ever met me, heard me or even seen me, to get in on the action and scribble their own book. You never know, somebody might have a great book in them."
