Fang Gun Gun, I still remember when you said that the most important thing in your life is the scene of Bob Dylan and David Bowie. I don’t think I would respond like that, it’s impossible, but after crossing the strait and crossing the New Year’s Day, it’s not. With hindsight, I know that old Bob's tour this year, you can see it, one in Taipei, one in Shanghai, so you really bought the ticket and you have to pretend to be mysterious and fun. The column of the Bund Pictorial is good, but I lost that one. Saying I finally know why all women love Bob Dylan Seeing a certain look in those old clips Hearing familiar songs is always happy even though it's a lot worse than the studio version and the weird brother who sells fluorescent rings Very cute, and the uncle who let me in said no thanks, and the foreigner in the front row who was suspected of being hyperactive was running around, and the wasteful expression around that broken Buick, and the milk tea made me unable to sleep right now, so I remembered I told you how much I want to hear forever young So one can really be young forever So the thoughts of the sixties can be so clear I can see the Hawaiian guitar and the signature harmonica through the telescope Forgotten and fortunate to be preserved and those left untrodden The old man in the show doesn't have much to say For some reason it seems like he forgot to sing the storm is coming and God is with us "My name doesn't make sense, I The age is even more" and suddenly wondered how long we will remember about America about music about how one day we can finally replace nostalgic accents with peace and paranoia with gentleness instead of frenzy and born full of unknown joy May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung May you stay forever young
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