Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan Hits Albany Studio—Talks? None. Tracks? Maybe. Secrets? Plenty.

Bob Dylan clocks in two veiled days at White Lake Studios in Albany, flanked by bandmates and wrapped in the enigma of non-disclosure. No titles, no leaks—just the familiar smoke of artistic movement with none of the mirrors.

Currently zigzagging the States with Willie Nelson’s Outlaw Music Festival Tour, Dylan keeps the machinery humming. Meanwhile, his Rough And Rowdy Ways tour ticks toward the UK and Ireland, headphones and phone screens left checked at the door.

Bob Dylan chills with Johnny Cash, finds kindred grit in country’s “ultimate end”

Bob Dylan once called Johnny Cash “the living ultimate end” of country music, a phrase laced with reverence and a hint of finality. Their connection bridges folk and country with a shared affinity for storytelling that doesn’t flinch from discomfort.

While Cash’s grounded baritone carved through heartland America, Dylan found in him a mirror—one that “gives me the chills.” Their duet work surfaces like a stitched confession, circling the universal nerve of song as unpretentious but unyielding truth.

Bob Dylan swaps protest for pedal steel on “Nashville Skyline”—folk goes twang

Bob Dylan redirects his trajectory toward country music with the release of “Nashville Skyline,” swapping biting social critique for mellow, steel-stringed introspection. His fascination with this Americana-influenced sound isn’t merely aesthetic—it signals a pivot away from the volatile promises of protest folk into a smoother twang-laden groove.

This moment marks not so much a reinvention as a strategic repositioning, embracing the genre's lyrical economy and grounded emotional timbre. Dylan doesn’t dabble—he immerses.

Bob Dylan swaps harmonica for a sketchpad in scribbled art book Point Blank

Bob Dylan bends pens instead of strings in his upcoming art book Point Blank (Quick Studies), courtesy of Simon & Schuster. Comprising around one hundred drawings, the collection leans as much on gesture as on line, favoring immediacy over polish.

The visual studies are accompanied not by Dylan’s prose but by vignettes from Eddie Gorodetsky, Jackie Hamilton, and Lucy Sante—each scribbling their own idiosyncratic footnotes to Dylan’s rapid-fire illustrations.

Watching Dylan rally with three Beatles—how Isle of Wight festival came together

In 1968, at 22, I’ve just pulled off a modest concert for the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament when my older brother Ronnie lands a gig fundraising for a swimming pool on the Isle of Wight. The chat soon turns to staging a festival — one that might, with some luck and decent weather, pay for chlorinated dreams.

My younger brother Bill insists it has to be pop. A London agency passes us a lineup: Pretty Things, The Move, Fairport Convention, Tyrannosaurus Rex, Jefferson Airplane. We bluff it with £750 from a local pool committee and a friend’s £1,000 army pay-off.

The pool association quickly recoils, spooked by headlines about hippies, drugs and sex. Yet they let us keep the money. We sell 10,000 tickets, break even, and return the funds — scandal intact, conscience clear.