[applied to wax]
bringing it all back home: subterranean homesick blues, lyrically, stands head & shoulders over almost any rocknroll number ever applied to wax, doesn’t it? it still brings a thrill to my heart & head & delivers a shiver across my shoulders, a glory to my nape, this very evening; perhaps now even more so? What was, once, to my younger self, seemingly a stream of almost dada-esque nonsense, now strikes me as rhapsodic genius; joyous, pure poetry. as patti smith once calculated of the form
art + technology = rocknroll
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