Here’s a track from a collection of early Bob Dylan demos, recorded in 1961 and ’62.
Given my current obsession with the Coen Brothers’ Inside Llewyn Davis, it’s hard not to hear a song like this in the context of that great film and the early Greenwich Village folk scene is captures.
So I know what I like, and I hope the past couple of months have revealed some patterns that suggest why I like what I like.
That raises two more questions: 1) Why don’t I like other artists who are similar to the artists I like?; and 2) Who else might I like if give them a chance?
I spent awhile cross-referencing music websites, Googling different genres, following genealogical patterns on AllMusic.com, trying to come up with a list of artists who fall into the same genome combinations I’ve described this week.
Meet Me In Montauk 