“When I was young, even a tiny sip of whiskey was too rough – edged for my tender tastes, and Bob Dylan’s music seemed to be much the same. Over time, though, as my wandering ways took root, an edge formed inside ME, an edge I was glad to have whenever my heartbreak grew so big I became “Tangled up in Blue”. And now, even in my darkest depths, you’ll see a faint smile on my face, for I know a certain Dylan song and a sip or three of HEAVEN’S DOOR, can always take the hard – earned, well-deserved, bought-and-paid-for, EDGE, off of me.”
