When you go to a Bob Dylan show you never know which Dylan you’re going to get. I have been to two. One was raspy and incoherent, and one burned the house down (in the best possible way).
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Almost halfway through Blizzard of Ozz, the very dark, very metal debut solo album for Ozzy Osbourne, an English country madrigal breaks out. (Skip to 15:47, if the pre-set time fails, as it does in some browsers.)
Something to say about Fiona Apple? Sometimes she just fits the mood.
Or maybe, spaghetti!
I can’t be serious.
I must be serious!
We finally have some baseball, for as long as they can stay healthy, I guess.
This was a happier time. Before Putin stole our election.