Agent Palmer

It’s easy for the uninitiated to look at Tim Minchin’s Time Machine as an odd assortment of greatest hits. But it really is an emotional and artistically brave revisiting of older material.

Minchin’s announcement on his website about the album states, “All 11 songs were written in my 20s, now reimagined and finally properly studio-recorded for the first time. Some have been played on stages all over the world, and some have barely ever been heard; some are pretty silly and some are very chill; but all are tunes that I think have stood the test of time… ish.”

I’ve prided myself on separating the artist and their art. On a whole, it generally makes things easier to enjoy. 

The art is the art, and any baggage that may come with the artist can be left at the door.

There is an exception that changes the perception of the artist and can change the art, which is based on digging deeper into the artist.

Bobs, as I’ve always known them, are people called Bob. It’s how you would call out to them at a party or on the phone.

A few examples to illustrate the point from this list: I would call Bob Dylan Bob, not Robert. The same is true for the late Bob Uecker. These are great examples because both of their legal names are Robert, but that’s not what they go by.