In late 1968, I donned a fake leopard-skin pillbox hat and white gloves to visit a Richmond, Va., department store, where I hoped to impress folks with my sophistication and gain my first credit card.

Bob Dylan’s ribald, satirical ode to ’60s sartorial fetishism, “Leopard Skin Pillbox Hat,” reveals a deep connection the visionary musician has had to Texas. The song, which appears on his 1966 album ...

Oh man, the way he says “garage door” is one for the age. Beck, though, just sort of blasts right through it — to ham it up too extravagantly would pose a whole other serious problem, of course, but ...