Oggi compie 70 anni. Bob Dylan compie 70 anni.
Non è il mio preferito in assoluto, anche se - come ci si prova sempre, appena imbracciata una chitarra - mi sono cimentato con le sue canzoni più di una volta, senza mai minimamente sfiorarne neanche le sue peggiori versioni. Per riuscire a "somigliare" a Bob Dylan bisogna ingollare qualche lametta, mezzo litro di sturalavandini, fumare un sigaro cubano illegale, insultare la propria donna, assumere una faccia da "chissenefregadivoiedelmondo", con l'aria di chi manda a quel paese pure dio... e allora, forse forse forse, potrete cantare una sua canzone.
Ma non basta. E non basterà mai.
Forse è per questo che lo stesso Dylan tende a complicare i suoi limiti portando avanti un sempreterno live, sfidando tutto e tutti, destabilizzando quegli idioti che provano a cantargli dietro, e lui ogni volta cambia versione.
Dice: qual è la tua canzone preferita in assoluto?
Simple Twist Of Fate, che domande!
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.
'Twas then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin' bright.
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin' by the arcade.
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide,
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in.
Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.
People tell me it's a sin
To know and feel too much within.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.