I first heard this butchering of one of Dylan's best songs at Baby Gap. It's self-explanatory, right. The Gap homogenized fashioned so perfectly for so much of society so it makes sense and that's what I get for shopping there. Eat me.
There's something I couldn't resist in the store - maybe it was the lack of things to really hold my attention as I chased my children around the store - and couldn't resist when I came across it online yesterday, that makes me want to keep playing it. Maybe it's the absurd juxtaposition of pop noise, a sampled horn and the old man that keeps me coming back.
Likely, it's just like The Gap: It's so damn easy to swallow and it's something I already know and love. Where's the harm?