My dance with Dylan
In the way the public sees a particular nominee for President, people either love or hate this minstrel who emerged in the pubs and bars of New York City at the dawn of the 1960s.
"The man can't sing," say some.
"The man is a god," say others.
Heather and I saw him in concert at the Saddledome in Calgary some years back. I thought it was a marvellous performance. His voice was in fine form and he twisted and turned familiar classics into song treatments that were totally fresh and fantastic.
I have painted and drawn Bob Dylan several times throughout this creative journey. I thought it would be appropriate on this day to share a few of these.