Bob Dylan - an after-thought

It says something about how horribly suggestible and easily led I am (well, we all are is what I am getting at) that as soon as I hear that Bob Dylan has won the Nobel Prize I want to listen to Blonde on Blonde.  This is rather strange because I never liked Bob Dylan that much and at the time Blonde and Blonde ( my cousin had it) was just too folky and acoustic to be something that I really liked to play.  I knew, even then , that it was an iconic album, but his voice just grated and droned on a bit. It was Blood On The Tracks, and to some extent Desire that got me listening to Dylan.  But, anyway I called it up on Spotify and began to play it, just like a million, maybe ten million other people probably did. Or maybe it's just sad fucks like me that play some guy who's won the Nobel prize's tracks even though they didn't like them much in the first place. And it was OK. OK. Rainy Day Women was the dirge that it always was, especially without that nudge nudge hey that's about getting stoned kind of smile that you had when it played in the 6th Form centre of my youth. In the end the Dylan I play the most is Slow Train Coming - especially You Gotta Serve Somebody. Gotta say something about me, but I don't know what.