How do you go from vaguely Dylan incomprehensible poetry like this:
To full on political engagement like this
Or, for that matter, from comedic jazzy whatnot like this
To the near madness of this
To the philosophical depth of this
And that is leaving aside one of the finest albums ever.
In other words, what seems today to be clear and certain will or might in the fullness of time become if not its opposite at least something both weird and wonderful. Or so I tell my self when surveying the current economy and my place within it.