Dylan – “Murder Most Foul”

Bob Dylan has released a masterpiece dissecting JFK’s assassination

There are so many nuggets in Dylan’s lyrics they would be worthy of a treatise, tracking the vortex of music, literature, film references and interlocking Americana.

This is essentially an incantatory mantra set to piano, sparse percussion and violin. We have two narrators: a dying Kennedy (“Ridin’ in the backseat next to my wife / Headin’ straight on in to the afterlife / I’m leanin’ to the left, got my head in her lap / Oh Lord, I’ve been led into some kind of a trap”) and Dylan himself.

masterclass from the latest american nobel laureate:
– in cohesive projective verse
– in allusion, with a joycean reach