The Incurable Romantic

It was possibly back in the year 2000 when the French Minister of Culture, a self confessed Dylan fan, Frank Lang gave Bob Dylan an award that i caught myself thinking; there are some people who were meant to exit the stage early. Maybe we were all taking the lyrics a bit too seriously in the 60s and early 70s and maybe Bob wasn't really trying to say anything in particular but there was a nervous embarrassed inarticulate Bob and there was an embarrassed Frank Lang and there was me recognising that prophets should not outstay their welcome. Dylan got religion in the late 70s and I got bored and at some stage of the proceedings I began to think that his “catarrhal death rattle” (http://arts.guardian.co.uk/critic/review/0,,1857351,00.html) wasn't really worth listening to. Now Bob has continued to work his socks off right up to this very day but I just think maybe he should have done a "Georgie Best", or a "Lady Di" or , more appropriately, a "John Lennon". Now, Jesus of Nazareth was never going to hit the ninety was he? What is the point in crucifying a ninety year old to save the world. You would just be left looking up at the cross saying, "ach the old boy was on his last legs anyway", and there is Bob still singing , "Blowing in the Wind" when it really doesn't mean anything anymore. It is almost a bit like throwing Simpson, Craig and Gemmel, Murdoch, McNiel and Clark, Johnstone, Wallace, Chalmers, Auld and Lennox a ball and telling them to take on the present Manchester United team. Couldn't really do it , Jinky's dead. Nevertheless, even without him, I would at still give the 'Lisbon Lions' a chance of winning.
The picture above is of Bob when he had something to say.