Maybe I'll go home tonight and listen to My Life in the Bush of Ghosts (I am so fucking old I have it on vinyl). I didn't appreciate it when I was a teenager, but maybe I will now.
Bob Dylan, circa 1964. I would totally fight Joan Baez for him. But then I'd regret it, because he was a real asshole in those days (and quite possibly still is, I have no information). So really I should stay me, and fight Dylan for Joan Baez. She's aged better than he has, too.
This is absolutely the best laundry folding song ever. I could live without that giant Confederate flag, but Ronnie Van Zant is wearing his Neil Young t-shirt, so I guess it evens out.