I’ve gotten (well-deserved, I’m sure) hell in the past for not loving hearing Bob Dylan all the effing time in cafes and bookstores and anywhere that uses, and is beat to death by, Pandora.
But here, finally, is a Bob Dylan I enjoy. So good at slurring his voice, just the way that’s irritated me in the past. But now, something’s different.
hot on elephant
The story behind the Elephant-headed God. 344 shares Visual Yoga Blog: Refresh your Eyes the Yoga Way. 160 shares Boomers vs. Millennials: Will We stay the Course or Change It? 364 shares Instead of Sabotaging another Relationship, here’s how to Run into your Fear. 956 shares Join: Elephant’s Winter 2017 Academy. 2 shares The Benching Mind-F*ck: Worse than Ghosting. 1,391 share The Fourth Kind of Love. 0 shares 5 Ways to Kiss & Make Up for your Mercury Retrograde Mishaps. 499 shares “I’d look her right in that fat, ugly face of hers.” 1,249 share What Teens need from their Parents. (Hint: It’s not Grounding & Punishment.) 0 shares