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Bob Dylan’s like my Jesus. But it’s cool if my kids are apostates. thread 
I watched the dylan doc ‘no direction home’ finally and I was reminded what a major force he is in my life. His work — despite the distaste I feel for this metaphor — is the scripture of my personal religion (along with the big lebowski and Wikipedia)
I go to him almost daily. I feel his thoughts and words. His 60 or 70 albums are core to who I am. His work is fuller and richer, more inspiring and more consistently meaningful to me than anything I ever believed to be divine.
And here’s the ridiculous thought I keep coming back to as I ponder Dylan’s powerful place in my life:
***What if I forced dylan to be that important to my kids?***
Can you fucking imagine? It’s actually kind of funny...
(literally laughing right now at the idea of making my 15-year-old sit and listen to ‘bringing it all back home’ and act like he likes it.)
(literally laughing right now at the idea of making my 15-year-old sit and listen to ‘bringing it all back home’ and act like he likes it.)
Can you imagine if I made my kids listen to dylan every day?
Can you imagine if I demanded that my children respect and learn from dylan?
Can you imagine if my pleasure in my kids was contingent on them admiring what I admire?
Can you imagine if I made it expressly clear to my kids that if they didn’t love and respect dylan they’d, i don’t know, be tortured forever?
That would be silly. I’m glad people aren’t like that. Oh wait
