Played Dylan's Christmas in the Heart yesterday, following the tradition I've established of playing the only Christmas-themed album I enjoy once a year. The restrictions on playing the CD mean it remains fresh despite my familiarity with its contents. I played it in the morning in an attempt to conjure some nostalgic Xmas magic. That didn't work at all. What worked splendidly for me were the beguiling arrangements, the humour, the quirky sincerity, and that voice in contrast with the otherwise slick vocalising of the backing singers. It felt new. Just what I needed on a morning when the temptation was to feel old.
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