I wish I could find a coat like Bob's. I'm a woman, but I loved his Desire era style. I would find some way to incorporate his style into my wardrobe. His 60's mod look to the 70's was everything....even his cowboy look of his later years is stylish. Always been a stylish man
It is a litmus test of great rock stars completely in the zone of peak creativity that they look amazing and how they dress is magically part of that. They can wear larger than life flamboyant clothes and it doesn't look stupid, just natural and appropriate.
This will be a long and very personal comment. I was a few years too young for the Woodstock generation, born in 1957. Not too young though to learn guitar when I was 7 and play Dylan, along with Tom Paxton, Phil Ochs, etc. In college I fell deeply in love with a girl, she was still in high school although only two years younger than me, we had a clandestine semi-relationship for several years because of her parents' objections, but we saw each other only rarely. We both graduated (me college, her high school - I was a prodigy) in 1977. We were both highly liberal, teetering on the edge of Marxists (which wasn't as out of fashion in those days). She went away to college and I hoped maybe her being away from her parents would finally light the fire that had been just a candle for several years. I invited her to go to New York with me on a business trip, hoping she would finally say "Yes" to all I dreamed of. We had a nice time but her feelings just weren't what mine were. But - we did go to see Renaldo and Clara at the Waverly in Greenwich Village, I think in the last week of February, 1978. I can't think of anything more iconic than she and I, Dylan, this obscure piece of pop culture, at the genuinely iconic venue. 40 years later we still stay in touch, the fire isn't even a candle anymore, more like a nightlight, but for a brief (?) moment, I was in the perfect place with the perfect person, almost as though this movie neatly bisects my life.
I saw this film when it first came out, but not in a theatre. It was attended by a smallish group of groupies, in a bare classroom at Toronto's York University. We sat in rows of foldout chairs and watched as the clickety clack projector cranked out the celluloid for the next four spellbinding but confusing hours. It was a home movie that was watchable mostly because of who was in it. Dylan's music makes it all worthwhile. It is also a kind of historical document of a special moment in time
Maybe it's just me. But I prefer more from movie-making than just pointing a camera at anything that moves, along with a lot of incoherent babbling for dialogue.
