I don’t know about you, but I’ve always wondered what kind of conversations Frank Sinatra and Bob Dylan had. Knowing that they hung out at least once at
Miracles—genuine ones—are common things, or at least so I’ve become convinced, despite the fact that I’m like most everybody else, in that I tend to miss them when
Bob Dylan, at the age of 75, is releasing a triple album of American popular standards. That’s a sentence worth reading twice. Hey, maybe even three times. At
Nat Hentoff qualified as a luminary well beyond the average, who shined brightly in myriad skies during his life, and now, having died at the age of 91,
The evening before Election Day, pop singer Madonna gave a performance in support of Hillary Clinton, during which she sang John Lennon’s “Imagine,” implicitly sending the message, I
Bob Dylan has been awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature, and so later this year he will receive approximately $900,000, his share of treasures that have accumulated in
Bob Dylan might be on to something. Maybe, as he says in the song, conceit is a disease. There’s no reason to be conceited: animals aren’t conceited. There’s
