The wildly successful critical reception for Bob Dylan's 39th (!) studio album, "Rough and Rowdy Ways," has made me reflect on the Bard of Minnesota's astonishing longevity.
I've given this a lot of thought. After all, don't we all wish for a durable career of our own, one which will withstand the many bumps in the road that we inevitably must navigate?
In 2012, I wrote "Forget About Today: Bob Dylan's Genius for (Re)Invention, Shunning the Naysayers, and Creating a Personal Revolution." It contained 10 chapters — as an album might have that many songs on it. But to my chagrin, my editor deleted what might have been chapter 11, in which I had taken great pride. In it, I thought I well explained Dylan's penchant for reinvention since he arrived in Greenwich Village in January 1961. He was then a complete unknown, a Woody Guthrie knockoff who had just dropped out of the University of Minnesota midway through his sophomore year.
Act your age
The unpublished chapter was titled "Act Your Age," a concept I felt we could all relate to. My point was that Dylan — born on May 24, 1941, in Duluth and raised largely in Hibbing, Minn. — had proved to be most successful, both artistically and commercially, when he stayed true to himself over the years.
Remember, he introduced himself to us as the brilliant, impassioned writer of such remarkable protest songs as "Blowin' in the Wind" and "Masters of War" in the early 1960s.
A decade later, he emerged as a world-weary father of five who would go through a painful divorce and a heart-wrenching child custody battle. The marital strife helped inspire his great comeback album, "Blood on the Tracks," released in January 1975.
Then, Dylan ran into problems in the 1980s. He looked out of place as he tried to keep up with the beautiful people on the new pop-cultural sensation, MTV. His brand of protest and bitter-romantic songs were clearly not in vogue anymore, and Dylan, who turned 40 in 1981, had a hard time adjusting. His straightforward, unadorned stylings were considered to be out of step in a time when flashy music producers, not the recording artists, seemed like the era's new stars. Dylan resembled an anachronistic vinyl icon lost in a sea of quadraphonic sounds.
The man who had sung "the times they are a-changin,' " ironically stood on the wrong side of the generation gap.