Definitely not together through life.

Stephy reviewed a Dylan album. Yes, yes she did. My internet friend (does that sound creepy?) Stephy, of the stupendous "Stuff Christian Culture Likes" blog fame, recently posted a comment that went something like this: "I like the new Bob Dylan album better when I pretend it's Tom Waits." Now, first of all, that's about the coolest thing I've heard a female say in a while, scoring a double whammy for simultaneous Dylan and Waits references. However, I have to disagree. I like my Waits sparingly, in measured doses, skipping a few tracks. I am, shall we say, selective. Dylan, though, his albums, I like large ladles full. I must have had Time Out of Mind in solid rotation for 16 months. This album, apparently a "surprise," is surprisingly forgettable. The cover art, the CD label, the songs. It all feels rushed. I'll definitely give it another listen, but usually purchasing a Dylan album is an event in the calendar, something to mark time by. This one barely registered. I have to force myself to listen to it. And that may be the worst thing I've ever felt about a Dylan album.