Jim Shelley & Book Of Kills

Happiest Birthday, Bob

If it were in my power and I thought that he could ever possibly care, I would have made every effort today to somehow in person wish Bob Dylan a happy 75th birthday. 

It's hardly news to anyone who visits this site at least semi-regularly, but The Beatles and Bob Dylan are undoubtedly the two rock and roll entities that not only made me love music and in particular the kind of music(s) they made, but also (at the risk of trundling out a vastly overused cliche) saved my life. When i was a kid, life often grew so dark that it seemed almost comical that I would not choose to end it. Far more often than not, I turned to music, and in particular the life-bringing music of The Beatles and Bob Dylan, as an act of desperation, and somehow the sounds they made with their instruments and voices brought me sufficient solace to make me want to live enough to make it through one more day. Sure, there were a few others...Jerry Garcia and the Grateful Dead, the Rolling Stones, Joni Mitchell, Arthur Lee and Love, Neil Young, Jim Morrison and the Doors, the Velvet Underground, the Beach Boys, the Byrds, and Creedence Clearwater Revival...but somehow, as brilliant as they all were, they seemed to occupy a second tier in my affections. None of them filled in the holes in my brain and heart the way The Beatles and Bob Dylan did.

Happy 75th birthday, Bob Dylan.