FUCK OFF, BOB.
A 36 Disc Set? Right, it'll make a great Chanukah gift for kike-nerds and a wonderful Christmas present for old hippie burn-outs.
Dylan is quite likely the single greatest and most important and influential songwriter of the past 50 years.
You could argue he's the greatest of the past century. Who is he competing against? Cole Porter or Irving Berlin?
Dylan is Great. Dylan is God. But there are better things to do than sit and listen to 36 fucking discs of 1966 concerts.
Even the biggest fanatics of various solo assholes and oh-so-worth-idolizing progrock groups can't justify that kind of waste of time. They balk at a five disc set. They grouse at a ten disc set. They threaten that they'll grab it off torrents instead of pay for it. And most would admit there's no way they'll EVER listen to all of it.
I'm including myself...I have dozens of live shows on Dylan, Zevon, even Pickle Hardup, and I haven't gotten around to listening to 'em all even ONCE. Most of it is predictable. It's essentially the same show.
This isn't 36 discs of new material or even outtakes with different lyrics. It's an ear-numbing bunch of "the same song again and again and again."
There's already a ton of "official bootleg" stuff out there, and much of it is overkill. Even if he DOES have five or ten different versions of "Love Minus Zero" with some changes in lyrics or tempo...it's the SAME OLD SONG.
How many of us listen to all that Beatles at the Beeb shit? All those fucking "Let it Be" outtakes? Every goddam time Lennon tortured his mates with five monotonous minutes of "Mary Jane at the party?"
The irony is that the one thing people want most from Bob is still not out: a comparison of the two very different versions of "Blood on the Tracks." What, he's waiting for 2025?
It's certainly an ego trip that stars know they can actually dispose of a thousand, or five thousand copies of an extravagant box set. But that's all it is.
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