No Direction Home: Bob Dylan is a 2005 documentary film by Martin Scorsese that traces the life of Bob Dylan, and his impact on 20th-century American popular music and culture.
The film focuses on the period between Dylan's arrival in New York in January 1961 and his "retirement" from touring following his motorcycle accident in July 1966.
The songs gave lyrical being and a dreamlike quality to the drug culture – “Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time”; the turmoil of love: “Heart of mine be still, you can play with fire but you’ll get the bill”; the pure joy of adoration: “She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful, but she’s true like ice like fire”; the seemingly effortless portrayal in words of everyone’s emotional pain: “Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re trying to be quiet? The songs, their messages, and most of all their language, are quite simply eternal.
And that’s why the tweet from novelist Irvine Welsh today: “I'm a Dylan fan, but this is an ill conceived nostalgia award wrenched from the rancid prostates of senile, gibbering hippies,” is amusing (faintly) but plain wrong.
His mother met John Masset when she was pregnant with Dylan and they married out of high school.
He grew up thinking that this was his biological father.
You seemed to enjoy your recent CMT Crossroads show with Darius Rucker. When someone is that ingratiating, it's hard to be a curmudgeon, though I tried. We walked out and we went, "How come black people hate us?
Dylan was born to Norma and her brother Caleb as Caleb would rape her everyday from when she was 13 until the time he left home.Suddenly there was a poet of American angst, heartbreak and bitterness.From “Just Like A Woman” with its opening lines “Nobody feels any pain, Tonight as I stand inside the rain” to the topsy-turvy emotions of “Love Sick” more than 30 years later “I’m sick of love …"And I'll be like, 'No, I don't want to fucking write a song.' Then the voice will go, 'You better write this down, you idiot.' Then I forget about it, and I find it and go, 'When did I write this? I just wrote a beautiful fucking [protest] song called "Easy Target." And nobody gave a fuck. ' It's a wonderful way of writing songs." How would you define your relationship with the country-music world? I remember arguing – not arguing, joking – with Arlo Guthrie about how to play "This Land Is Your Land" at a Woody event. I said, "Guthrie, your old man did not put those fucking chords in there." He goes, "That's the way I played it forever." I go, "I don't care." We ended up playing it my way. In that song you mention "Sucker Town." Are Trump voters suckers? It's been discussed for years – a certain element of our country ... They voted for Reagan, and in the town I live in, there would be Bush signs up in people's yards.