USA, 1967, folk rock / contemporary folk / singer-songwriter
Bob Dylan – John Wesley Harding: He met a fair maiden wrapped in chains. He offered her his hand, but she took his arm–and in that moment he knew she meant him harm. What a Dylan thing to say! Wrapped in so much mystery and yet so real and accessible. That line always astounds me. I also wonder who those princes are who keep the view on the watchtower. Don’t princes usually have guards do that? What are they watching for anyway, and what are they guarding?