It’s really weird but the dealbreaker in my life is Bob Dylan. I didn’t like Bob Dylan until I was 20 and it was after much resistance. MUCH. I’m like a cockroach in terms of resistance. When I was a teenager my father jokingly created this pseudo book entitled “Hilarie’s Tactics of Psychological Warfare” and would name random chapters after behaviors that I exhibited. Like, Chapter 6 would be entitled “When on the defense, always attack” and Chapter 2 would be entitled “How to survive the Cornfield” -
the cornfield was where I put people who made me cry. I was like the little kid from a famous Twilight Zone episode. That demonic kid and I both had freckles and I pretended that I shared his capacity to “wish” unsavory people away to a far-off cornfield they would never find their way out of. The demonic Twilight Zone kid wished neighbors and parents away. I wished boys and unsuitable friends away.
Anyway GOD what’s the point of all that? I think the point was to tell you that I’m a resistant bugger. And it took me a long time to love Bob Dylan. And when I finally did, my love became so strong and true that I treat it like gospel. And thus I feel as if I have a legitimate litmus test for the worth of a person – do you like the following Youtube song that I have posted? I am not asking if you like the video. The video is monotonous and lacking. What I mean here is to feature THE SONG. And if you like it, God bless you. The cornfields you will never see. And if you don’t like it – God help you. Sincerely. I don’t even believe in God so someone other than a deity will have to help you. Good luck!
Bob Dylan is an artist that I closely associate love with. Specifically love with Matthew. Though I have admitted to him numerous times that I wish I had been alive in the 60s in order to properly love Bob Dylan, I’m glad that I’m actually with Matthew and that we are able to youthfully enjoy his musical offerings. However. If M stops loving me ever, I’ll figure a way to time travel back to my musical love.
