Dear Bob Dylan - LA DOLCE VITA (1960)

When I was fourteen years old, my parents' Blonde on Blonde and Blood on the Tracks CD's proved the perfect soundtrack for my romantic imagination: dreaming away about a girl from school to the sound of track no. 5 on the former, was infinitely preferable to exchanging actual words with her. It wasn't until ten years later that I baptised myself in the rest of Dylan's musical universe - and discovered my own artistic voice. Today, I am in a hurry to screen Fellini's LA DOLCE VITA in order to pay an hommage that is 28 years due.