Ron Rosenbaum writes: “Whatever it was, it gets him on the road again: On the verge of dropping out, he now books two hundred concerts for the next year—and only illness (an infection around the heart, wouldn’t you know) has suspended this “endless tour” ever since. I suspect we ought to be grateful to the Dead, whatever they did or didn’t do to his drink. The entire section is wild: You rarely hear an artist of this magnitude talking so rhapsodically—and technically—about his own work. I look forward to musicians and musically minded critics like Tim Riley explicating this further… “
Next month, on WBUR.org. Let me just say: I’m wary of how Dylan’s “memoirs” are getting covered.