My loyalty to Bob Dylan runs deep. There's no record of his that I don't own, and some of them are really pretty awful. I've even got that crummy album from when he got all saved on us.His latest album, however, is not Christian Rock. No sir, it's something far more frightening. It is, god help us, Christmas Music.
I enjoy Christmas music about as much as I enjoy a poke in the eye. My wife, however, adores the stuff, and she ordered Dylan's Christmas in the Heart as soon as it was available on Amazon. Due to our household embargo on Christmas music that runs from January 1st to November 30th, she has yet to pop Bob's new release into the old hi-fi. Them's the rules 'round here.
However, I have had a chance to peruse the contents of the packaging, and I have to say that, while Bob's picture is nowhere to be found, I approve wholeheartedly:
In fact, I'm going to just go ahead and dust off the old McBone Seal of Approval for this one: McB.
Ah, Christmas, Bob Dylan and sex. You know, just this once, we may have to lift that embargo.
nwb
