Bowie Vs. Dylan

2020: (a fresh little baby, whistling a jaunty tune) Oh man, am I pumped!  Who else just got born?  Anyone?  2019: (a sagged old man, snorting a cynical dirge) What are you so pleased with yourself about? 2020: The freshness and anticipation of new life, wise elder!  Say, you look like you're just chock full of wisdom, or wait...what IS that? 2019: Oh, this?  It's the incredibly heavy burden of a full year's worth of human suffering, longing, troubles, and yes...unfiltered joy.  It's our sacred duty as years to accumulate and carry it, to bear up under it with all of the strength and perseverance we can muster.  It's what you have to look forward to, young baby. 2020: No, not that...THAT.  It looks suspiciously like Bob Dylan, Martin Scorsese, Mick Ronson, Joan Baez, KISS, and Sharon Stone in a pseudo-documentary followed by a 14 disc super deluxe box set of the Rolling Thunder Revue that should have maybe been a Bootleg Series followed by a much smaller Bootleg Series that was actually a Bootleg Series.