Monday, February 4, 2008

No Direction Home

Over the weekend we watched the Martin Scorsese directed documentary about the early career of Bob Dylan. I didn't think that I would find this as engaging as I did but it is a remarkable piece of work.

It includes interviews with many of the principals of the time; Joan Baze, Maria Muldaur, Peter Yarrow, Pete Seeger, Alan Ginsburg to name a few. It also includes some great concert footage. The meat of the movie is that people kept looking to Bobby (everyone called him Bobby and not Dylan) to be something more than he was. To everyone who asked him he was a musician and a song writer. The media and his fans wanted him to be the leader of a movement or a great political thinker, a folk singer, or something else. He couldn't interpret his lyrics any more than anyone else could. You could see that the words just spilled out of him and that they felt right. If they spoke to you of something greater than good for you.

I've often felt this about performers. We like their roles or the music they play and we think that we are going to love them or that they, somehow, are going to be these amazing people to know. It's hit or miss just like everyone else.

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