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- hair of the dog
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3 comments:
I like Steve Earle. I like Dylan. When Steve Earle writes a Just like a Rolling Stone, Desolation Row or a Hwy 61 or a Tangled up in Blue - but no. It doesn't matter. What about something as compelling as Neil Young's Oeuvre? How do you compare them? Huh. Now you're stumbling for words.
In other events: I brought up time travel in response to your post on my blog. When I went back in time to take a photo of my camera with my my camera, inside my camera I found a roll of film with the picture of the picture I'd taken. How's that!
Steve Earle can't compete with Dylan. He acknowledges that BD created that job. Any dude wearing a harmonica around his neck is Dylan's heir. Just as you are the heir of some famous painter. Kinkade, say.
Kinkade say alot of things - usually how he bilks unsuspecting nouveau riche with kitsch.
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