Okay, so Bob Dylan.
Here's the thing. The guy's a fucking genius. No one has ever or will ever write songs like him. It's possible that's the whiskey and multiple listens of my favourite Dylan songs talking, but let's be real. You go to his website to look for one song and you see the list of songs he's written and it's effing ridiculous. The man is a songwriting machine, no doubt about it.
That's not what this blog is about.
Last night I was sitting here writing about something else and listening to Susan Tedeschi sing Don't Think Twice, It's Alright, and I realized that I've never disliked Dylan's songs, I've just disliked his voice. I love Dylan's songs. They're brilliant. He's versatile and prolific and incredible. Then I listened to Tyler Hilton's cover of Boots of Spanish Leather (my personal favourite Dylan song, for reasons I don't even know) and Garth Brooks' cover of To Make You Feel My Love and a bunch of other covers of other songs, and I just kind of had a Dylan night.
I went to work today and in a coworker recommended an artist to me, compared him to Bob Dylan, "If Bob Dylan was a better singer."
Funny that she'd say that.
Then another coworker came in a couple hours later, and in a conversation about The Beatles, she mentioned Bob Dylan really randomly.
Okay. Now I'm starting to get freaked out.
Cut to tonight, sitting here, sipping Wiser's on the rocks and listening to The Tallest Man On Earth, my brother texts me and mentions who else but Bob Dylan.
What the hell, universe?
But that's not all. As I'm listening to The Tallest Man On Earth, he says, "I'll get my boots of Spanish leather," in a song called King Of Spain.
I tap out.
I give.
Mercy.
Uncle.
Fine, okay. Fine.
I'll listen to more Dylan.
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