In their review of Rough and Rowdy Ways, Bob Dylan’s first original album in 8 years, Pitchfork alludes to the once-in-a-blue-moon interview that Dylan gave the New York Times shortly before its release: “Dylan is asked whether the coronavirus could be seen as a Biblical reckoning — a difficult question to imagine posing to any other living musician. We have learned to come to Dylan with these types of quandaries, and more often than not, we have left satisfied.”

Bob Dylan might as well be two thousand years old. Even in his mid-60s heyday, rather than riding the wave of…

Growing up in the suburbs has given me plenty of opportunities to drive around. When staying at home starts to wear thin, and I realize there are only a few crumpled singles in my wallet that seemed much fatter yesterday, I’ll hop in the car, usually with a friend or two, and cruise along without any particular destination.

I don’t do it for the novelty. On the contrary, some days I feel like I could weave my way through every tiny cross street in my town blindfolded. And I don’t see it as a way of getting to a destination…

All I want is for you to be happy. All you want is for me to be happy. The only way for you to be happy is to make me feel happy, and the only way for me to be happy is to make you feel happy. It seems that my happiness and your happiness both hinge on being the instrument of each other’s happiness.

So, I pour myself into making you feel happy, and you do the same for me. The harder I work at the job, the less work you have to do, since the process of working…