In Bob Dylan’s Chronicles, he wrote about a chaotic life that arose when he reached a level of fame that transcended music. People weren’t just hounding him. They weren’t just gawking or taking pictures. They were handing him a guitar on cue and asking him to change the world. They were begging him to use his voice as a means to achieve some greater level of humanity he wasn’t even sure existed and stopped looking for.
That was his cue to exit.
In reality, he said he wanted, “Little League games, birthday parties, taking my kids to school, camping trips, boating, rafting, canoeing, fishing,” and wrote, “sometime in the past I had performed songs that were most original and influential, and I didn’t know if I would ever do it again and I didn’t care.”
