I used to hate Bob Dylan's music. Before I listened to his Greatest Hits, everyone told me he was the a genius cowboy crooner sent from God. When my itunes imported all of my dad's music, I stumbled across his tunes and found them... underwhelming. To me, it sounded like catchy folk music, not groundbreaking masterpieces. I forgot I grew up in a post Lilith Fair era. Singer songwriters surround my every move. They weren't always there. After learning "I Want You" by heart and singing it out my car window, I became addicted. And then mesmerized. And then an emotional atomic bomb. I thought I fell in love with him. Then, I hear he plays his concerts for "himself only." By that, I mean he gets drunk, closes his eyes, and refuses to speak to the audience. If he really does this, I don't like him anymore. If you play music not to open minds or for a crowd, then stay in your bedroom. I don't believe that artists create art to keep it hidden. They want to show it. THAT'S for someone else. But if this is fake, then he's to simply put it, the mother fucking shit!
