“It was a dark day in Dallas…”
EVEN his most optimistic fans could have been forgiven for wondering whether they’d ever hear new original music from Bob Dylan again. After all, in the eight long years since Tempest, he has released three albums of American standards – a vast array of other people’s music, 52 songs in all, that slowly reinforced suspicions that Dylan’s creative well might finally have run dry.
All that changed, of course, on March 27, when Dylan sprung “Murder Most Foul” on us out of nowhere. At first, it was hard to process the news. The shock was not
