Each Friday I pick a song–new, old, borrowed, blue–that’s been on my mind and in my ears, and write a short post about it.
Here’s “Hollywood” by The Wallflowers:
You’d be tempted, if you were the son of Bob Dylan, either to stay away from music entirely, or to drive your musical bus in as far in the opposite direction from your dad’s as possible. Jakob Dylan, though, embraces his father’s influence much in the same way pretty much every other songwriter with a guitar has. I’ve always thought that was a good sign of intelligence and integrity: why expend pointless energy trying to prove you’re not Bob Dylan, when you can use that energy to learn lessons from your dad and write and perform some really good songs of your own on that foundation?
