I drink to the truth, and the things we said. I drink to the man that shares your bed.
I love Bob Dylan. I don’t love everything he does—some of it really makes my ears hurt—but the way he can do words. They stick to me like sand and glue.
Pictures by Derek Bacon
I drink to the truth, and the things we said. I drink to the man that shares your bed.
I love Bob Dylan. I don’t love everything he does—some of it really makes my ears hurt—but the way he can do words. They stick to me like sand and glue.
Bob and Dylan. Dylan and Thomas.
This is No.3 (so far) in my series of date nights with people I’d like to meet but obviously never will. I’d ask a few questions, but mostly I think I’d just let them do the talking. Or if they don’t want to talk, that’s fine too. Nothing wrong with just sitting and looking at one another.
Drawing of Bob Dylan in gouache, pencil, graphite, colour pencil and brush pen.