This hasn't happened to me in years—I'm driving to the Stereophile office, listening to my local NPR station, when, over a bed of warm, lazy synthesizer ambience, an ambisexual voice floats out the words "My name it means no-o-o-o-o-o-thing, my age it means less..." Man, that's familiar! But who's singing—Al Greene? Nah. Phoebe Snow's new album? Hmmm. Whoever, it's hypnotic, mesmerizing.
"...the country I co-o-o-o-me fro-o-o-m is called the Midwest." OK, it's a Dylan…