Retired teacher Dorrie Bridge tells how he taught her new lessons
So much is written about Dylan, aka His Royal Bob-ness; written by people who have followed, researched and worshipped him.
What could I add? I’m just a gran – four grandchildren.
I know nothing except gut responses to his work throughout my adult life.
I guess I acquired my respect for Dylan by some form of osmosis.
The point was that as the years went by my son never faltered in his taste for anything Dylan. A ‘taste for Dylan’ has many facets because he, himself, is an endless source of eclectic melody and lyrics. The older he gets the more he proves there are no boundaries to his versatility.
Bob Dylan – Gonna Change My Way of Thinking (Official Audio) – YouTube
My own osmosis was developing like a form of brain washing. I had gone through all the stages of reaction, ‘I can’t tell what he is saying!’ ‘His voice is raucous!’ – ‘No, his voice is different!’ So many cliches but basically – he was, and is, an artist of great depth.
At last I found music that was appealing to me. At the time, Lay, Lady Lay, Blowing in the Wind, Masters of War – and accepted that I was a fan in my own right.
In my career I taught English to early teens and I chose a theme for one module: War. Dylan was at the heart of those lessons – for his lyrics.
