I am so pleased Bob Dylan was honored with the Nobel Prize for literature. It seems like a validation for my generation.
I think his greatest poetry might have been on his 30th album, “Time Out of Mind.” In 1998, competing agains new artists like Radiohead, Paula Cole, Babyface and the venerable Paul McCartney, the Grammy voters wisely awarded the Album of the Year to Bob Dylan and his producer, Daniel Lanois.
Last night I danced with a stranger
But she just reminded me you were the oneYou left me standin’ in the doorway cryin’
In the dark land of the sun
“It’s Not Dark Yet” is such a sorrowful song. I suspect only Dylan could’ve have written a song so powerfully about someone who has endured love, loss, pain, sorrow and joy.
Dylan wondered if he had written all the songs worth writing in 1991 when he said, “There was a time when the songs would come three or four at the same time, but those days are long gone…Once in a while, the odd song will come to me like a bulldog at the garden gate and demand to be written. But most of them are rejected out of my mind right away. You get caught up in wondering if anyone really needs to hear it. Maybe a person gets to the point where they have written enough songs. Let someone else write them.”
A classic case of “Too young to die? Too old for rock n’ roll?” Never. God bless Bob Dylan. Now that’s talking about my generation.