Like I say, it's just what was put in my head.
My dad was just a little bit too young to really be of that generation and his whole life he has been haunted by the idea that Real Change could've come out of those years but because nobody stepped up, once none of them had to worry about themselves or their lovers getting drafted, the whole thing dispersed and everyone who wasn't too drug-addled to function stepped back into the legislated nostalgia of their parents' white-picket-fence yards to...
To raise a new generation, my poor generation, with the hope that maybe the responsibility could be shifted to them as their own absolution, only to end up with a twenty-year stretch of self-obsessed media addicts, self-obsessed funhouse-mirror Alex P. Keatons and... to borrow one of Hunter Thompson's best known phrases... all these failed seekers.
All the potential leaders assassinated, retired into narcissistic guruhood or too busy putting too much hope into their kids.
God, if I ever finish that novel I put down when my brother got sick, that's what it is on the deepest deepest level.
My wrestling with the shadow of my father's sense of generational loss. That while he was playing keyboards for small-time bands and slaving in a gun factory to feed his kids, America didn't quite die but at least rolled over in bed, refused Last Rites and asked for more morphine. Dylan is just one of the larger symbols of that.