Oooh – I treated myself to the DVD of Scorcese’s Bob Dylan documentary, No Direction Home, having missed it on the telly.
Bob Dylan was the first person I ever saw in concert, I was 14 and someone gave me two tickets for free as I lined up outside Earls Court with my pocket money. Dylan was my current age then, and already had more than a lifetime’s worth of achievement behind him.
It strikes me that Dylan’s generation, my parents’, were the children of people who had been through one of the most bestial periods in human history. Those who had experienced war, my grandparents’ generation, were ready for change and it manifested itself through their children who were brought up differently. These people created the cultural renaissance that was the latter half of the 50’s and early 60’s.
Is a shame that not everyone believes that war is the absolute last resort. I owe it to my grandparents’ generation to never forget, and to tell those who do to go fuck themselves in the same way that my parents’ did.
Anyway, suffice to say that No Direction Home is truly great, genius portraying genius.