…Has anybody else noticed how Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone” is essentially a hippie-poetic anthem celebrating unapologetic schadenfreude? Not only that, it’s anti-collectivist at heart, and the lyrics — after a proper deconstructive reading — reveal a sinister materialist underbelly to the counterculture aesthetic, one that Don Henley would remark on years later in “Boys of Summer.”

Also, that guy on the bike should not be wearing those shorts in public. Especially not with tube socks and Birkenstock sandals.

…Is it hot in here? And what is that godawful smell…?

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