digging chronicles volume one's marvelous diving between punk kid super enthusiast beat folkster and super grumpy get off my land homebody and for every "bono's got the soul of an ancient poet" there's an "at ray's, where there weren't many folk records, i used to play the phenomenal "ebb tide" by frank sinatra a lot and it had never failed to fill me with awe. the lyrics are so mystifying and stupendous. when frank sang that song, i could hear everything in his voice - death, god and the universe, everything. i had other things to do, though, and i couldn't be listening to that stuff much." well done bob.