The one frontman Bob Dylan thought was trying too hard: “You don’t have to do that”
The wrong kind of energy.
The wrong kind of energy.
The best kind of pop music.
The highest kind of praise.
Looks too big for his head.
That jaded country heart.
The height of blues slide guitar.
The sound of a sonic architect.
One tough act to follow.
Everything he didn’t want to become.
Keeping to himself more often.