And not a drop of ketchup in sight

The girls and I recently discussed Chicago-style hot dogs and how good they taste. The basic ingredients of a Chicago-style hot dog include:
* Beef hot dog.
* Yellow mustard.
* Chopped onions.
* Sweet relish.
* Kosher dill spear.
* Tomato wedges.
* Sport peppers.
* Dash of celery salt.
There can be variations, but the above are probably the most traditional components.
Notice how a Chicago-style hot dog challenges the convention of what a hot dog should be? No ketchup. No cheese. No chili.
I thought about that this morning, while watching Martin Scorsese's masterful "No Direction Home."
Lent to me by my friend Matt, this 2005 documentary chronicles BOB DYLAN and his evolution from a folk singer idolized as some sort of musical savior to a electrified performer vilified by the crowd as some sort of musical traitor.
An artist, he says in "No Direction Home," should always be aware of being in a constant state of becoming.
I think Dylan has always been striving to challenge convention, reacting against pigeon-holing by critics and fans.
I love the film's depiction of the 1965 Newport Folk Festival. The crowd of folk purists unleashes a torrent of boos as Dylan's band plugs in and Pete Seeger frets backstage.
What does Dylan do?
He sings "Maggie's Farm:"
"I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more. No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more. Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime, he asks you with a grin if you're havin' a good time. Then he fines you every time you slam the door. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more."
What does that mean?
I think it means people should be true to themselves. If you want to plug in an electric guitar to deliver your message, then plug in an electric guitar. If you want to put sport peppers and no ketchup on your hot dog, well, you know what to do.