If nothing I’m saying makes any sense here, it’s because I’m just unloading my decades of Dylan baggage… Just let the names and album titles ripple over you.
I just saw Elvis Costello and Blondie in concert, so I’m thinking a lot about aging.
*** NOTE: SPOILERS FOLLOW… *** Among the many existential phrases tossed off in English with European accents in Spectre, the 24th James Bond movie, one haunts me most. Dr. Swann, the beautiful Sorbone-educated purveyor of miracle cures atop the Austrian alps— after being rescued by James Bond, but before having post-violence train sex— at this … Continue reading The Tale of Two James’s:
Why SPECTRE Has Us Seeing Double