My wife is 13 years younger than I am, and we hang with her friends, mostly, when we hang with friends at all. It’s all good–most times I feel like a combination of ancient history encyclopedia and anthropologist. But I’m not gonna talk about all that here. I wanna talk about Bob Dylan.
See, I was watching the Superb Owl at (her) friend’ house last night when Mr. Dylan came on and asked us the profound question of the ages: “What’s more American than America?” Before he could go on to tell us of the exemplary virtues of Chrysler, someone belted out, “Who is THIS clown?”
In my head, all at the same time, I heard Arlo Guthrie singing, “I’m changing my name to Chrysler;” I heard Bob singing, “Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you’re the one;” and then I heard him remind me the times they are a changing, and then I remembered Bob insisting that “everybody must be saved.”
When I put my brain back together all I could say in the way of an all-encompassing and definitive answer was, “Well, that’s Bob Dylan.”
So I come to you folks and ask, did I get that right? Because it seems to me that, despite his position as a counterculture icon, Dylan has always been for sale. Am I being unfair?