According to the piece, credit for the innovation belongs to The Graduate, Easy Rider, and, of course, Mean Streets.
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This is quite apt:
The man behind the microphone appears guilty of the same sin committed by so many of Dylan’s admirers: projection. They imagine their hero’s words as ones they would say, albeit in a less oracular, lyrical way. So, when he embraces Christianity or watches boxing or goes positively-fourth-street on members of the press, they provide explanations for why Bob Dylan was not himself that day, which is their way of saying Bob Dylan was not themselves that day.
I don't know about "most," but she is certainly in the running.
My late father's first musical allegiance--always--was to Louie and his Hot Five. But he surely did love the 1938 Carnegie Hall concert.
Here's Gene Krupa featured on "Sing Sing Sing".
The ladies will be back: Broadway in June.
Of course it's Ms. Fontella Bass.
There is just so much of the real Dead readily available for free now, that I'm not sure we really need them. But if there were more of their music available--YouTube or Spotify--I'd give them a listen. (Here's one long YouTube I did find.)
It's pretty good all right.