The boss stopped thinking about Bob Dylan in a serious way long before his career veered off into its Victoria Secret’s stage, which of course generated all kinds of easy parodies like this one. His scepticism was unshakeable, even when friends insisted that their children had gone to a Dylan concert and that it was the most moving thing in their young lives so far. He’d usually grunt something like: “Well, they should come out and play League softball. Now that’s some serious fun that Bob, the underwear salesman, could never come close to.” Sometimes, the boss sounds like a complete crackpot to outsiders. Those who know him better would say that the Dylan’s transformation to huckster just made him sad. He knew how much more there was to the boy from Hibbing. I'm sure that he would want others to look at what The New Yorker has just made available: namely, chapter 2 of Sean Wilentz’s soon to be published Bob Dylan In America (that’s where the photo is from). Serious stuff and well worth looking at.
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