Garden concert
In my salad days I couldn't stand the sound of Bob Dylan, what with his wailing voice and whining harmonica and labyrinthine lyrics. Equally irritating was the hyperbolic assumption of just about everyone...
In my salad days I couldn't stand the sound of Bob Dylan, what with his wailing voice and whining harmonica and labyrinthine lyrics. Equally irritating was the hyperbolic assumption of just about everyone...