She acts like we never have met

It's fair to say that I have always been a fan of Robert Zimmerman's music, having been brought up on it, and having believed for a while that he is the greatest popular recording artist the world has known, but the recent season of Dylan programmes has sent me into a rather giddy state, and subsequently has increased my lot of albums by the great man. I am still quite overwhelmed by the greatness of his music, the most recent example being the Live 1964 bootleg I acquired, the one where Joan Baez sings with him on a few songs. It is quite stupendous. In fact, it was on the documentary that Joan Baez made an excellent comment about those who are 'believers' in his music, those who are open to him, Dylan has the power to affect in an extroadinary way. To those people, Dylan has opened his greatness up to us, a great vulnerability of expression which even he isn't aware of, compounded by the great mystery and enigma of his character. He doesn't want people to know him well and investigate him thoroughly - the songs are enough. They are! It is a great joy of life for me that this man is alive and has created what he has created.

Yesterday, my wife asked me if we were ever going to liten to anything else. It was a funny comment, and I assured her that we would, but I'm not really sure.

What is incredible with Dylan is that we never get bored or tired of poring over his music - he has bled for us, he really has, finally, on the Blood On The Tracks (1975) album. But it just increases the fascination, and you want to enjoy it more fully. Like the lyrics from Tangled Up In Blue, which are scarily good - I've been playing the song on guitar, and they still haven't lost their ability to move me, like so many other songs I play on guitar eventually do.