BOB DYLAN: Profile Sample
GO here for a profile of the singer, Bob Dylan. Note that the second and third paragraphs seem to focus on the interviewer. This seems to contradict what I said, that the interviewer should be invisible. But actually the focus is on Dylan; the apparent focus on the writer is just a way to illustrate how secretive Dylan is. The subjective point of view ("My eyes adjusting to this premature twilight") does the same; the writer simply allows the reader to experience being in the room from his point of view, but the focus is on the room and the person who is in the room: Bob Dylan.Achieving my promised audience with the legendary singer-songwriter and now exhibited painter proves to be a two-step process. First, his road manager takes me from the lobby to a darkened, sparsely furnished meeting room in which an orange-haired woman is sitting straight-backed and reading a novel. "If you could just wait here," he begins, then disappears, his mobile clamped to his ear. Left alone, I introduce myself to the woman but she merely smiles enigmatically and continues with her book. Who is or was she? I still have no idea.
Minutes later I am collected, taken up a flight of stairs and ushered towards a door that is ajar. As I approach it is opened by Dylan, who welcomes me inside with a soft handshake and a volley of courtesies: "How have you been?" [I have interviewed him twice before, in 1997 and 2001], "What's been going on in your life?" and "Are you OK with the dark [here in what appears to be his bedroom, all the curtains have been drawn]?"
My eyes adjusting to this premature twilight, I take in the fact that he is wearing boots, jeans and a loose sweatshirt, its sleeves pushed up above the elbows. That famous face is heavily lined and pale, but always warm and quick to smile. As we take seats at right angles to each other, he presses his fingertips into his grey-flecked curls and vigorously rubs his scalp, as if to do so will focus his mind.
I place on the low table between us the book that I have brought with me. "Heh, heh, heh!" Dylan chuckles, reaching out for it. "This is pretty handsome stuff."
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