I rambled yesterday about the merits of dropping one's pretensions about the perceived coolness of music, and in that vein, attempting to embrace the randomness/emptiness of discovery.
With that in mind, why not listen to some Bob Zimmerman?
John Wesley Harding was the last album Bob Dylan released before breaking his neck in a motorcycle accident that for some reason revealed the beauty of christian grace from the bleakness of his hospital bed. BOORING, but at least this is a good listen.
I just finally noticed how many songs are described in his early catalogs as dreams, fucking cool.
BD-JWH
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