The title of this post could apply to today’s world in so many ways. But that’s not the reason why I used it.
Let me allow myself one day to step away from politics (something I also plan to make a habit of post Nov. 8 … which, shh, no one tell Trump is the actual Election Day.)
Because I don’t feel like there is any need to really elaborate on or analyze the recent development of the several women — and counting — who have come forward to share their stories of being victims of sexual harassment or abuse by Donald Trump. It speaks for itself. But here’s a list of all who have done so, in case you lost count.
Anyway, the title of today’s post is obviously a nod to Bob Dylan, who, today, became the first musician ever to win the Nobel Prize for Literature — and the first American to win the award since Toni Morrison in 1993.
But before I even go further into that, let’s pause for a second to mourn the demise of Wells Fargo CEO John Stumpf, who retired on Wednesday effective immediately, following revelations that the bank created false accounts for its customers for years.
Stumpf raked in millions of dollars from this unethical and illegal activity. The bank took back about $40 million from Stumpf in bonuses, but he’ll still walk away with more than $100 million, while thousands of low-level employees were fired in the wake of the scandal.
So let’s just take a moment of silence for the end of Mr. Stumpf’s career.
If you stood up and danced … well, I did too.
Back to Bob Dylan. I inherited a fondness for the folk musician from my father, who listened to him growing up.
Quite frankly, it’s really hard not to like Bob Dylan. He never had the best vocal abilities. But all he cared about was singing about things that mattered in the world.
He didn’t target a particular base. He didn’t sing to top the charts. And he didn’t care what type of people listened, or where they came from.
All he wanted to do was provide an anthem for those who aspired to make this world a better place. For those who believed in peace and harmony.
His songs are so simple, and yet, you can single out any lyric from any of them and frame it on your wall because it sounds so lovely.
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind.
How does it feel? To be without a home? Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I’m not sleepy, and there ain’t no place I’m going to.
I don’t think there’s any question that Bob Dylan is more than a musician. He’s a poet. A dreamer. An innovator. And someone who provided a voice for those who believe the answer to our world’s problems are much more simpler than we think.
The times certainly are a-changin’. But that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.
Don’t take my word for it. Take Bob’s.