The answer is blowing in the wind? Really? That's the best you could come up with?
You've probably witnessed a smoker lighting the wrong end of a cigarette? The look on his face when he receives a lung full of noxious fumes from a burning filter instead of the addiction soothing tobacco smoke he was expecting, that is the look I receive when I say I don't rate Dylan.
"You don't rate Bob Dylan? What is wrong with you?"
"Crap vocals, sham poetry, standard instrumentation and production, yeah, it's definitely me who has it wrong."
I reckon the giant status of many acts is a result of time and place as much as any intrinsic musical or artistic value. Dylan wrote some cool stuff, wrote some nonsense trash, there were and are much more interesting writers and performers to my ears. I don't mind that folks dig him, live and let and all that, I become annoyed when he is honoured as a creative god. He just ain't.
I object to being told what is cool, being told I'm a fool for disagreeing with the majority. I object to any culturally enforced orthodoxy. I find it hilarious when Dylan fans, fanatics become offended at my humble opinion, look at me like I've crapped in their Cornflakes. I admit to a certain perverse pleasure at their discomfort.
Any orthodoxy that can't accept a differing opinion is a tyranny. Even if I liked Dylan I'd enjoy rocking the compulsory boat by saying I don't. I just don't rate Dylan. You heard right, I don't rate Dylan.
Parkstreet.
www.kentparkstreetblog.com
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