Looney Toons

It is the most supremely elegant piece of rock ‘n’ roll music I’ve ever heard. Seeking after virtuous sounds, constantly on the look-out for the lost chord and its derivants, the music that springs most completely from that place where magic operates most nearly operates as a totality, Bob Dylan and the Hawks Live At Albert Hall, 1966 seems closest to what I’m after. Closer even than all the Rolling Stones Jive bootlegs or even Ya-Yas, perhaps even closer (though in a different way) than the brilliance I found in Live/Dead and Kick Out the Jams when they were released.