One record falls. I spin one side, drop the next. Spin that side, drop the next. So forth and so on, until I take the whole stack of vinyl, flip them over and listen to the B-Sides.
We listen to a lot of Dylan, and usually always on vinyl. I stack them up, let them fall. Repeat.
I know I’ve been on this same kick for a while [etc etc etc, I know], but I think I’m attributing it to the 22 years I lived without listening to him- the years of Dylan-Deficit.
So I listen to him often and in superfluous amounts.
But for all he has done for the poetic writing of music,
for the affluence of the harmonica,
for the 1963 plug-in at Newport Folk Fest that changed rock’n’roll forever,
for singing your passion and your belief beautifully and ardently,
i am an unabashed fan.
[via kisssing]