In an account of the Rolling Thunder Tour, Sam Shepard writes about collaborating with Dylan. He tells Dylan that some lines have way too many or too few syllables and Dylan tells him to just write, he'll worry about fitting them in. It's hard for me not to hear that in Brownsville Girl. But my favorite might be from…

It's been a while, but doesn't he go from the Marina to forest Hill to Delores park, even at one point popping out of the West Portal tunnel?

Yeah, I think this qualifies as the dumbest thing she has ever believed.

It's not really a song, but the hidden track on Back Tuva Future has a great primer on Mongolian throat singing. And a sample of Richard Feynmen playing the bongos and chanting about orange juice.

Leonard Cohen. Oh, I'll get over it, but for a day I'll be inconsolable. And drunk.

A bit of the scandalous stuff, but nowhere near as salacious as Hammer. He spends quite a bit of time on black magic and Crowley to the detriment of the book in my opinion. I suppose if you're into that kind of thing it may be interesting, but good god it makes me lose respect for grown men to sit around sincerely…

For me, the realization that Max's dad is a barber.

Rewatching State and Main, I was surprised to see John Krasinski (too lazy to look up spelling) in a blink and you'll miss it moment.

Aisler's Set. For when Belle and Sebastian just aren't fey enough. I kid. I kid. I love them actually.

I was just saying to my wife that I was rooting for Hannibal until he lied to Will about Dr. Abel not being there. I was willing to overlook him ripping out the lungs of a young woman while alive, killing a psychologist brutally to hint where to look for another serial killer, when you know, he could have just called,…

I agree. I love it.

I love them goofy bastards!

Unless someone beats me to the punch… I loved the scene of Will eating the soup. It was the mirror bookend of the first meal Hannibal made for Will in episode 1. The extravagance, even in fancy tupperware seems so disjointed if it takes place in a motel or hospital room.

I thought because he backhandedly called Will a "pig" at dinner. It seemed to me, Hannibal tensed at that moment.

Makes perfect sense. I'm teaching a snippet of Amusing Ourselves to Death today and tomorrow to my high schoolers. They have only ever known the internet. The idea that regionalism could exist is really beyond them.

Exactly. While the discomfort was viscerally fun, it's a show that I like to savor, which is hard when you're emerging into consciousness.

I  actually fell asleep waiting for this to come on. My wife turned on the TV and woke me up so I could watch it. I wake up hard. I actually rarely nap because I often wake up not knowing who or where I am for a few terrifying seconds. That totem pole and its reconstruction were the worst things I've ever woken up to.…

I think the quest for respectability by someone who produces great pop creates a even greater gulf between the critic and the artist. I call this the Billy Joel Effect.

Yep. Missed that one.

Agreed, but I think a lot of that has to do with Scorsese himself. This movie and Goodfellas are the only examples I can think of right now (I'm sure more will come) where the narration isn't just big chunks of exposition, but are married to the scenes they play over, not to move the plot, but to enhance the decor.