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Wednesday, February 17, 2010
"Come now, Sweet Cream, don't forget to flash"
I've been listening to the Basement Tapes a lot lately. Haunting. I like most of it, bump over a few Robertson tunes, but I can't remember which ones at the moment. Million Dollar Bash is my 7-year-old's favorite song off the collection. I think he likes the "ooooh-ee!" parts the best.
Last year I was in Alberta three times during the winter, and the only music that made sense to me up there was Dylan's. Miles and miles of desolate frozen farmland equals subterranean homesick blues plus don't think twice it's alright. It's winter music in my brain. I tried listening to my funk compilation on the way to the airport once just to get psyched up. Didn't work. Oh, well. The man is from Minnesota.