It’s odd and at the same time touching that Bob Dylan has decided to open the floodgates of memory and melancholy and just…feel it. 56 and 1/2 years after the fact. The fact that “Murder Most Foul” just kind of trickles out with a half-sardonic tone and a craggy after-midnight voice…settled, no tempo. Piano, violin, string quartet…slightly sung but mostly spoken…”they killed him once and they killed him twice…the age of the anti-Christ….lonely are the brave.” Did the all-powerful twentysomething Dylan ever say a word about JFK’s bloodsplatter in ’64 or thereabouts? Perhaps on some metaphorical level. Did this song happen because “I’m a poet, I know it, hope I don’t blow it” is ten times closer to death now than he was then? The tone is quite sad and affecting. I’ve listened to it three times now. 16:56 x 3. Who’s the piano player?