How am I going to get you to listen to a country song from straight-on nineteen and thirty-seven? Well, Rex Griffin does come with the Dylan stamp of approval. Today's song is one of those several scattered songs from our past that Dylan borrows a melody from - see if you can place it.
The song is The Last Letter, and it is clear and sad and quiet. It is a contained calm pocket of despair. Put it on and sit there and let it seep into you.
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I'm not going to say how relevant this is to what may or may not be going on- but hugs.
(No, I cannot place the melody, because it's too early in the morning, and I am not that educated in the school of Dylan.)
Oh come on, Daniel, spare us the little "straight-on nineteen and thirty-seven" song-and-dance. You're not Moses bringing Rex Griffin down from the mountain.
And it's To Ramona.
(And also hugs.)
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