Hanging from their necks, belts, or ties, with photo, they come from somewhere, and have some place to go. She sees them bouncing up and down the streets, swagging vigor to and fro. Sometimes they meet and talk, badge to badge, boar to sow. She doesn’t get what they say. Normally, they just proceed, prancing […]

Bob Dylan Knows in Singing the Highway Dust is All Over; or, The Tunes They are a-changin’

The oven bird, the icebox batty, the kitchen nook warbler – Bob Dylan can sing. Dylan’s voice blasted into the room on our old tin can speakers, that voice rising falsetto like a broken water heater then falling basso profundo like a coal car slowing for some hobo, a Sinatra nightmare, a barker in a carnie show, […]