I post what I like, and I like what I post. It's a nostalgia trip, and a generational thing. There's no point in disputing taste or sensibility, or much of anything else. It's Saturday night, punch the clock, pour yourself a stiff one, stop thinking, and FEEL!
Traveling Wilburys, End of Line, Extended Version
Who, Won't Get Fooled Again. Lyrics!
Gary U. S. Bonds, From a Buick Six. Sorry, Bob, but not even you can touch this version.
Bob Dylan, It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry. Cutting Edge Bootleg version.
Bob Dylan, Just Like a Woman. This Cutting Edge take may be the best version, even with the mistakes. I'll say no more, lest I gush.
Bob Dylan, Cold Irons Bound. The Bard never loses his touch. May he die with his boots on.
Bob Dylan, Corrina, Corrina. And you say he can't sing in a conventional way?
Moody Blues, Wildest Dreams. Nostalgia City.
Johnny Cash, I've Been Everywhere, Man
Soggy Bottom Boys, Man of Constant Sorrow