I had a flashback this morning to one of those moments where you fall hopelessly in love with a slice of art. (Yeah. It happens.)
It was the cloudy European summer of 1996, and I was standing on a windy, cobbled street in Leeuwarden in faraway Friesland (of all places!), waiting for... I can't remember what. And while I stood there, two stringy-haired Dutch students started playing – and then improving – a Stonesy/Dylanesque version of Like A Rolling Stone on acoustic guitars, while their sheet music blew down the street and into a canal.
It was, dare I say it, better than The Stones.