Worse, still, than losing a lover is losing a muse. Gently, lovingly, at other times with parasitic intention or vampiric intensity, men have turned to women for inspiration. F. Scott Fitzgerald had Zelda, Rodin had Camille Claudel, Picasso had a distaff palette; and Bob Dylan, one of the most intriguing, important, irascible figures in rock, had whom? On Time Out of Mind, his first CD of new, self-penned material in seven years and his most consistently rewarding album since the '70s, Dylan seems to be haunted by an imaginary, unnamed muse who has come and gone, leaving him loveless and listless,...
MUSIC: DYLAN'S LOST HIGHWAY
THE AGING FOLK-ROCK HERO, SEARCHING FOR SOLACE AND INSPIRATION, FINDS ANSWERS BY LOOKING WITHIN
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