some hours ago, i listened to this album. then i watched footy. then i watched moto gp. now it’s i’m not there (in spite of my dislike of bob dylan).
it struck me as soundtrack music to a movie that has never been made (as far as i am aware, anyway). that has nothing to do with islands either. there’s not much oceanic about the sounds.
it’s here mostly, probably, because of hometown pride. it’s not danceable, it’s not singable; but i could measure many albums in the collection in such a way. so i’m not entirely sure what makes this different.
maybe it’s just a bit too thin. but it does emphasise that sleep is necessary. and i think it got better.