harry Wrote:
I was on a five day run and it seemed like every few minutes "Nothin compares to you.." S. O'Connor came on. It felt like the song was following me. I'd go from a convenience store (buying cigarettes) where it was playing to a car with it on the radio, to a motel room with a prostitute humming it and then turning on the TV and there was her bald head singing it. I thought perhaps that the police or God or God in conjunction with the police had arranged for it to play everywhere I was even once playing out of the toaster in a convenience flat I rented for three hours that longest week.
But then perhaps I've shared too much.
I love it...JEBUS!!
I will also add that the first time I really HEARD Dylan, it blew me away for a few years to come.
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Throughout his life, from childhood until death, he was beset by severe swings of mood. His depressions frequently encouraged, and were exacerbated by, his various vices. His character mixed a superficial Enlightenment sensibility for reason and taste with a genuine and somewhat Romantic love of the sublime and a propensity for occasionally puerile whimsy.
harry Wrote:
I understand that you, of all people, know this crisis and, in your own way, are working to address it. You, the madras-pantsed julip-sipping Southern cracker and me, the oldman hippie California fruit cake are brothers in the struggle to save our country.
FT Wrote:
LooGAR (the straw that stirs the drink)
