"Zeitgeisty, me"!

If you’ve ever wondered what Bob Dylan and Bryan Ferry would say to each other if ever stuck on an elevator, Waiting for Godot style, William Bowers constructs a lurid scenario: BRYAN: If one must have an “American idol”– ROBERT: (As if channeling a finicky muse) “Love’s combustible thicket.” “The purgatorial shriek of an oldContinue reading “"Zeitgeisty, me"!”