[A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR (ME): I’m fully aware that my last few posts have been too wordy, that is to say, boring. I apologize. To atone for my excessive wordiness, today’s post will be too picture-y instead. I figure that in these times of social distancing, pictures will be less likely to transmit viruses than words. Thank you for your understanding.]
There is desolation everywhere I go. Especially on Desolation Row.
If you show me another 11 minute song from the mid-sixties that’s as hip and as literate as this one, I’ll eat my bike helmet. Like somebody wrote in the comments section on YouTube, “The only flaw in this song is that it didn’t go on for another 11 minutes.”