Brian Robert Pearce
|Brian Pearce busked the streets
and bars of Europe between the years 1994 and 2000. In addition he
busked in New York while participating in the TIGHTROPE musical, a play
written by Ken Post [ with Bonnie Burns].
The journal exists, at present, as approx. 750,000 hand written words formatted in about 55 segments
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Music and lyrics
Virtual High Street
Basic Site Plan
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New Clear Winter
Monster in NY
Things we must do
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Dylan interviewed by Time Magazine
Hi Mead! I'll have a think about that light issue. But now, I have a question for your professional judgement:
Having watched that documentary, do you think Bob Dylan is mildly autistic?
In essence, I'm chewing on Asperger's Syndrone. My daughter has been diagnosed as having this (though personally, and privately, I kinda mistrust these sort of boxes and prefer private personality study). I suspect, however, that if a box could be laid my way? I may also fall somewhat into Aspergers.
Looking at that film, I could see Bob was entirely comfortable communicating via the channel his autism enthused him toward. But he seemed to embrace messages from the outside world only if he could apply them to his autistic world. He seemed to understand why the words were put into his songs and poetry, but he did not see any need to explain why he put them there.
Beyond the channel of his autism, I do not think he even KNEW why he put those words there.
I found the way to my daughter's mind was through the toy cars that she loved. She just loves cars - and sees them as people in a way more real than people. In fact, the way in which I introduced the outside world to her was by relating it to the world she and I built with her toy cars. ( In fact, I suspect we both preferred to create our own world quite divorced from the outside world.)
If she were ever to become famous as a singer (or whatever) and was faced by the kind of press meetings (and questions) that Bob uncomfortably faced, I think she would re-act with the same genuine confusion over trying to answer questions. Because it seemed Bob could not make the connection that the issues aroused by the questions had anything to do with his songs and the playing of music. He wrote a song and moved on, seeing little need to explain meanings.... possibly because he couldn't. Everything he had wanted to say was in the song and belonged harmonically within the channelled world his autism accepted.
Neither his modern day comments, nor his press and radio responses from the 60's, seemed contrived in any shape or form. He seemed genuinely confused by what he was being asked.
The years have given him an improved form of expression outside of his autistic world.
I share his view on art and creativity, in that spending months trying to perfect a song and package it neatly is anathema. Could have written a few songs in that time - and some of these would excite a greater personal interest. All of the transformations of Bob over the years in his style, genre and presentation fitted neatly into his own imagined world. He could not explain how they would fit into other people's worlds.
He did not see there was a reason to do this anyway.
He looked at the outside world with his art - and took a 'photograph' of it. But he could not easily explain why there was a bird in the picture flying in the distance, even though he was aware of it as he took the photograph. He could see where it fitted in the picture and the soul within recognised its crucial relevance to the picture as a whole. For him, that was enough.
He could not articulate the relevance of that bird to those outside his world - or even (possibly) to those inside his world.
Autism would render him as a loner, an outsider. There will always be parts of him the world will never see, nor understand.
So, back to the question:
Do you think Bob Dylan is mildly autistic?