The guy on the front of “Time Fades Away” looks like my dad.
A sort of world-weariness grows on that album instead of mildew.
The front gets browner every time I look at it,
I understand why they won’t re-release it, its cursed.
This quarter-shelf of memories,
some imported and some homegrown,
some original pressings, some new ones
they’re kind of like my family.
We sure do have a lot of records at our house.
Posted on Sunday, 23 January 2011