…The Bobsters forty seventh album…
Brilliant…wonderful ..dazzling.
I’ve only been through it about three times today and it just gets better every time.
The voice is there alongside the lyrics…fine band and all.
How can any one deny him…
Awesome album…
Slan,
D. 
In as many years! 1962-2009… Wow.
oh, please…
we all have habits that we’ve developed over the years
what else can he do? 
Bob who?
snort!!
uh oh…normally this might raise a response, but now? I doubt it…
D you must be positively giddy.
That’s ok, Dub - we all have our guilty little pleasures…
He’s just one of many singer songwriters. No big deal.
He can’t sing, and he’s ugly.
Susan Boyle has one up on him.
OMG!!! yer jess a baby!!!
I have twenty six bootlegs as well…mainly live concerts..does that count?
Slan,
D.
of course they count!!!
…and I’d bet that none of them are as annoying as hemorrhoids!
The title applies to my wife and me. She’s a Dylan hater; I like a lot of what he’s done, but he’s not by any stretch one of my favorite artists. She loves Leonard Cohen; I love Phil Ochs. We both love Richard and Mimi Farina. She loves Joan, I love Joni. We’re not that far apart, nor either that far from Zimmerman. God I wish Richard Farina had lived longer.