INT. A kid in a candy store. Excited, befuddled, drooly.
"THAT! No...THAT! No...THAT!"
Bob Dylan. Louis Armstrong. The Mills Brothers. Red vines. Mary Janes. Wax lips. Baseball cards. A knish? (OK, I grew up in Brooklyn)
This is how I feel listening to this 3:44 piece of brilliance. I don't want Dylan to stop talking. Ever. But if he doesn't, we can't hear the impeccable harmonies of The Mills Brothers. But wait? What about Louis? Golly gee, Mrs. Cleaver, just give me the wax lips and get me out of here.
If clicking HERE doesn't put a smile on your face, call the coroner.
