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Sure, I’m the target demographic for AAA artists doing classic-rock covers: a Starbucks-suckin’, SUV-drivin’ devotee of the vacuous NBC morguefest ’cause Jill Hennessy rocks those biker T’s. And this disc lives in my Sharper Image shower stereo. Nine minutes of Richard Thompson doing “Season of the Witch”? Enough to lather, rinse, and repeat.—Pamela Murray Winters