When I was a teenager, I arrived home from a music festival with a paper copy of The Onion newspaper. I left it on the kitchen counter and went off to sleep the sleep of the dead. I came down the next morning to find my dad reading the page one story: DYLAN GOES ELECTRONICA. It had a photo of Dylan standing over a DJ kit like Tiesto. He read the whole thing as if he were reading an obituary. He sighed. He let me know it was a shame. He didn’t really even have the heart to discuss it much. I never told him. He’s still disappointed in Dylan. I’m a bad son.