#677: D is for Dylan

I have never really liked the musicof Bob Dylan. Only one or two exceptionsstand out in memory. The first: hearing covers of Dylan’s music by the Byrds. I liked the Byrds, and I liked their covers, but, at the time, I had no clue these were Bob Dylan’s songs. The second: As a child thereContinue reading “#677: D is for Dylan”

#639: C is for Cabot, Sebastian

How the helldid this recordget into my collection? I try to remember. Ah, yes, I remember. My friend Curtisis often wont to gift his friends very strange recordsfor birthdays or Christmas, and oneyear he gave this to me, the Britishactor Sebastian Cabotreading the “poetry” of Bob Dylanwith musical accompaniment.When I begin thislistening endeavorI am notContinue reading “#639: C is for Cabot, Sebastian”

#556: Dylan

Dylan The night before the trip, visiting with a dear friend, I drink a beer after 60 days without alcohol. I have another beer when I get home. I feel like a million bucks. It’s a question of when to stop, which seems like a revelation.  At the newly refurbished and beautified Portland airport lobby, weContinue reading “#556: Dylan”

On the Thirteenth Day of 2024: Home Alone with Snow and Old Records

My brother and my brother-in-law both bequeathed to me their record collections. In my brother’s case, he let me cull and pick out things I knew I wanted in my collection. My brother in law just gave me a big ol’ box. Finally, after years of storing these things in my basement, I went throughContinue reading “On the Thirteenth Day of 2024: Home Alone with Snow and Old Records”