This can't go on much longer

The week I was born, the Beatles were in the studio laying backwards-guitar overdubs onto “I’m Only Sleeping,” the Who were building the futuristic industrial soundscape of “Disguises,” and the Rolling Stones released their bold new single, “Paint It, Black.” Within a couple of months, the Roscoe Mitchell Sextet would release their avant-garde, free jazz debut Sound, and Dylan would unleash Blonde on Blonde. Et al. “Was 1966 pop music’s greatest year?” The Guardian once asked. I often wonder tha...