There are few musicians who can't be approached, i.e., described, via words. Bob Dylan is one of them. And lord only knows how many pages have been devoted to the Man, and the music (or should we better call all of it prophesy?) he has unleashed upon the world. Besides Dylan himself has begun writing, in a superb idiosyncratic fashion, about his life in what is supposed to be many part autobiography titled "Chronicles". I have already raved about this first part of these "Chronicles", especially his love of trains.

However I was unware of Dylan's exsistance, much less his music, until I received a recieved a letter for my 22nd birthday from this girl I know (she made me turn to writing fiction, for the first tiime; this I tired by very thinly disgusing her - it turned out that her younger sister had precisely the same name as the disguise I chose for her!) with the lyrics of the following song written out. I was hunting for that letter this evening as I was feeling a bit down and out, and came up empty in the whirlwind of paper this room has become. Anyways, the more important thing is this song, and the neural operations it can perform on my soul; so here is "Forever Young":

Also this is an interesting article on photographing Dylan published in Granta.

That one wasn't it? :) Remember it well.

Btw, would you please publish full feeds old man?