Forever Young

Realised the other day that it's the greatest living American's seventieth birthday round about now. It seems to me extraordinarily difficult to believe that Dylan is now officially well past it. Because he isn't. His work of the last decade has been that of a man in his creative prime, except it's better than that, because it speaks with the voice of hard won maturity (and a million or so cigarettes, plus quite a few less legal substances.)

This all bears out a point made by a singer from another age, that if you're not busy being born you're busy dying. Now I wonder who that might have been.