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I bought a few late era Dylan albums a while back after enjoying Modern Times, as much for the feel and production as much as the songs (it grooves), but I hadn't listened to my copy of Time Out Of Mind till the other day when I lay on the sofa all tired, and drifting in and out of consciousness with some of Glastonbury's best incense wafting around the flat and the faint whir of a manic gerbil on a wheel. And I think it's the best of the late era Dylan stuff. . there's something wonderfully subtle and grungy and ethereal about it. I've got it on now and I just know it's a friend for life, already.
If you ever had the urge to pack it all in and get the fuck out of dodge and go raggle taggle and spliffy and smelly with your life, this would be a good soundtrack.