Just discovered the full text of Dylan’s Nobel speech at the Nobel website.
They’ll be debating whether song lyrics (and/or specifically Dylan’s song lyrics) are literature for many long days. I don’t care. What I care about is Dylan as a songwriter.
- All Along the Watchtower
- Like a Rolling Stone
- To Make You Feel My Love
One man wrote all three. All three and a hundred more, dozens of which everyone alive has heard.
Nobel literature? Doesn’t matter. Best songwriter alive?
We chatted for an hour about brownies. I would make a big batch and bring them to the gig.
At some point I got out of bed, still on the phone, opened the door, and walked through the next room toward the kitchen.
He was sitting, no clothes at all, on the bed by the window, sunrise streaming across the white sheets. He stopped talking as I walked through, but he didn’t look at me.
Before I got to the kitchen I woke up.
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