Today, walking down the street in Greenwich Village, I saw a young man who was channeling the young Bob Dylan. He had the hair, the outfit, the exact walk. He even had the right facial expression.
And in that moment it occurred to me that no matter how much this young man wanted to be Bob Dylan, he was never going to write Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues or Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right or Forever Young or Hard Rain or Blowin’ in the Wind.
You can adapt everything about a person whom you admire, except their genius. That belongs to them alone.