Oh. My. Goodness. It's Bobby Z., on the cover of
And he's wearing a bolo tie -- the iconic look for geezers back in the Fifties (along with black socks and shoes with shorts at the beach.) Lord, take me now. I was passionate about Dylan in the Sixties -- back when he was doing great protest songs. I hung with him when he went electric. But the last time I actually paid much attention to him was when he was part of the Traveling Wilburys. Now he's got this new album that is a homage to Sinatra. Yikes. In my mind Sinatra was music for my parents' generation. I just never cared about Old Blue Eyes. Dylan's no fool. He's the one who offered to do an interview with the AARP mag -- after all, it has 35 million reader over fifty, many of whom are probably fans of Sinatra and/or Dylan. And it's a terrific article and interview, there amidst the ads for insurance, medic alerts, walk-in tubs, and estate planning. But the bolo tie. . . that just makes me sad.
