The one time I saw Bob Dylan play live he was terrible but it didn’t seem to matter, everyone else lapped it up and the guy next to me nearly got thrown out for standing on his chair and yelling ‘LEGEND’ between every song. After that I promised never to pay money to see an old narcissist deliberately sing his own songs out of time and tune, all in the name of artistic independence or some other male bullshit.
I do love Dylan’s old music but since I obviously wasn’t a diehard, I went to see ‘A Complete Unknown’ without any real expectations. I left both impressed and irritated.
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