Nobody's listening anyway, so I might as well make a racket. It's been months since sense had much to say, but this time of year stirs the leaves all around the teacup. Family matters are settled, the cat disappeared, we're an international destination with future potential. Why? Because we have Creme Brulee donuts with their very own plastic vial of Cointreau. If you think that sounds elitist you may be right. That and the vintage guitar shop next to the record shop next to the microbrew pub. Hell yes I like it here.
But that's not why I'm writing this post. It's to say to one and to all that the most important (does that sound elitist?) music reissue box set collection of all time is upon us. It is titled: Bob Dylan and The Band: The Basement Tapes Complete. It is American like apples, clean water, firewood and bicycles.
Just listen to the damn thing, all 138 tracks then take a walk outside. You will be better.
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