I won't take too much space on appreciation of the great Dylan-event. I'll just say I thought it was terrific. If you watched and didn't think that, well, I'll let you be in my dream, if I can be in yours. Three observations.
Like with other geniuses, re-listening to those songs made you wonder how he could know so much so young. I mean, in his lyrics. OK, so that's why 'genius'. But is it partly also that there's knowledge in the words themselves, carried by and within them, and that someone with a genius of this kind - for words - may not know everything that's in the patterns of words he or she puts together, but is a beneficiary of the wisdom that's borne along in language?
The people who booed Dylan during his 1966 tour of the UK, and some of whom were seen speaking to camera - saying his new stuff was rubbish, he'd sold out, and so forth - looked to be about the age I was in 1966. That means (I deduce) that they're about my age now. So, does anyone actually know someone who booed Bob Dylan in 1966? Better still, does anyone remember being one of the booers?
And then there was the inanity of many of the questions Dylan was being asked by members of the press in 1966.
Near the end of the programme there was a laconic caption informing us that, after his motorbike accident in that year, Dylan continued to write songs, record and tour. My, didn't he just? There's the small matter of Blood On The Tracks, to speak only of that. Titan.