nice review of new Dylan Memoir

"...he talked about the sound he'd always been searching for: It was "that thin, that wild mercury sound" he told me, and it was a New York sound: "It was the sound of the streets, that ethereal twilight light on a particular type of building. A particular type of people--arguments in apartments and the clinking of silverware and knives and forks--usually it's the crack of dawn."

"The jingle-jangle morning?" I ventured, quoting the phrase from "Mr. Tambourine Man."

"Right," he said."