I've never liked Bob Dylan and last night's programme only confirmed my dislike. Nevertheless, the programme was fascinating, if a little superficial and given to skirting round the 'difficult' issues.
I too was shocked with the revelation that Dylan stole his friends' records - remind me not to let him near my record collection.

More importantly, the programme revealed some odd contradictions:

He came across as an arrogant, opportunistic, shallow, little git who, nevertheless, wrote these songs which really did seem to capture the spirit of the times - without actually saying very much - very odd.

Personally, I'm not too bothered that he 'borrowed' traditional tunes etc. - what better vehicles could he have used? It shows that, at least, he had some taste.

There was an article, in the Independent newspaper, recently, in which the 'Judas' shouter, at Manchester Free Trade Hall, stated that he he was really enraged because Dylan's electric set was a total shambles. Listening to the 1966 recordings, last night, suggested that he may have been right. I was suddenly struck by the realisation that I was hearing Punk 10 years before its time. This is not a compliment, by the way, I hate Punk with a vengeance - a hideous racket created by lazy, drugged up yobs!