You’ll hear again and again that the 1980s were a bit of a lost decade for Bob Dylan. But even the direst analyses of Dylan’s work from that period (and we’re of the opinion it’s actually quite ...

It was September 1989, and I’d just been hired as a clerk at See Hear, a small record store in Chicago. I’d spent the summer in a melancholic haze of post-college graduation wastreldom, smoking cheap ...