I still smell like bonfires, pine trees, snow. My hair misses the flakes and my skin misses the brutal wind, my cheeks are no longer blushing with the thought of being touched and my nose is no longer red with the love it has for the night. 150 more words
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5 • Bob Dylan • Blood On The Tracks (Columbia, 1975)
Eyolf Østrem of dylanchords.com once wrote, “Blood On The Tracks is Dylan’s best album. Others may tell you that Blonde On Blonde, Highway 61 Revisited or even Desire is his best album, but they’re wrong, and when pressed (up against the wall, and in the presence of a .44, if necessary), they will eventually agree.” In Behind The Shades, Clinton Heylin talks lovingly of the red notebook in which the songs first formed, as if it’s a long lost record written in Sanskrit of Jesus Christ’s missing years. 1,831 more words
6 • Kraftwerk • Trans-Europe Express (Capitol, 1977)
I’ve had to rewrite this damn thing a number of times since I started because I keep feeling like I haven’t captured its essence yet, which usually happens when I love something to the point of overthinking it. 730 more words