So, a Nobel Peace Prize has been awarded to Bob Dylan.
Dylan has achieved the distinction of being the 259th American Nobel Peace Prize laureate.
About 20 years ago, a friend of mine gifted me a ticket to see Bob Dylan (what a friend – big thanks to Al). I decided to go, curious about the hype surrounding him.
Yet, I didn’t uncover what all the commotion was for…but I did manage to fall asleep. Think I’m kidding? – I AM NOT!
I had a nice nap, and upon waking…HE WAS STILL PLAYING!
To pretentious middle-class youths growing up in…anywhere but America, and to those who indulged in too many drugs and sported beards to their bottoms – and I’m talking about the women too – he holds some significance.
It is truly dreadful, dreadful, dreadful, dreadful – his music resonates nothing in my world.
My primary concern was putting food on the table, rather than the state of American drugs, or the lives of American children, or the so-called American dream, or the wrongful incarceration of innocent men – it’s a tragedy, but I have to take care of my own issues before concerning myself with others; and besides, his music is exceedingly dull.
The Nobel Peace Prize implies that the recipient has created ‘the most outstanding work in an ideal direction in the field of literature’.
