Listened to Bob Dylan's first album this morning, he only wrote one or two of the songs on it but it clearly shows where he's come from and going to. I was alone in the house and was able to rage through the downstairs rooms while he was singing House of the Rising Sun singing along with the words and the intonation. A great great song, I was very angry when the Animals appropriated it, didn't think anyone could improve on Dylan's version. Listening to that music opened up my teenage sensibility which of course is still lurking under decades of overgrowth. Memo to grandchildren, relish and enjoy your feelings, they are as real and valid as they get and will underscore whatever later happens in your life.
I'm spending the afternoon with Kathleen Ferrier, amazingly my non musical father introduced me to her. So sad she died so young.