Last night Emily and I finished up the Martin Scorsese documentary, No Direction Home. The film focused on the first few years of Bob Dylan’s career, unbeknownst to me. This documentary soon solidified a fact that I had already thought about for years, but hadn’t really made tangible.
It was the fact that Dylan was more punk than many of the so-called punk rockers. I am sure people who went to school for music or those crazy music critics would say differently because he didn’t have a mohawk or something trivial like that. But he defines what punk means to me, regardless of what his peers or the media thought.
That’s all for today.