The Purple Onion never really changes. Inside the Dinkytown hippie hangout, it's always a good year for patchouli. Things look as if the revolution wasn't televised and brought to you by Coke 15 years ago. It's possible that Bob Dylan could still be hiding in here somewhere. In fact, I'm here in the Onion because I'm supposed to be meeting local singer/songwriter Martin Devaney--who, like countless others before him, has been called the "new Dylan." I've never met Devaney before, but having ruled out hemp boy, cranky middle-aged Sartre man (who I thought graduated with me 10 years ago), and bead artist Betty, I realize that he must be the freewheelin' guy in the second... More >>>