I was raised by a grandmother who genuinely believed Bob Dylan was the best person to ever live. Her love for him and his lyrics transcended anything I could’ve understood at 5 years old. Now I’m 25 years old and as I sit in a packed movie theatre watching someone of my generation show me how he came to be her favourite person. I’m struck with the longing to tell her I get it now. I understand.
(ps : boyd holbrook is my man 4 life even as a drunk johnny cash)
