Bob Dylan - Bringing It All Back Home (1965)
(https://www.allmusic.com/album/bringing-it-all-back-home-mw0000193642)
01. Subterranean Homesick Blues
02. She Belongs to Me
03. Maggie's Farm
04. Love Minus Zero/No Limit
05. Outlaw Blues
06. On the Road Again
07. Bob Dylan's 115th Dream
08. Mr. Tambourine Man
09. Gates of Eden
10. It's Alright , Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
11. It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
You know how when you're a kid and taste beer for the first time you can't imagine a world where you would ever want to drink it? And then one day you just wake up and realize that it has happened to you too, you like beer now, and it feels like some kind of impassable threshold of adulthood has been broached. That's more or less how I discovered that I like Bob Dylan. I remember hearing his songs on the radio every now and then as a kid and sortof screwing up my face a bit. People listen to this man sing... voluntarily? I don't even remember who introduced me to his albums or why but as a young adult leaving the extended adolescence of college and embarking on the challenge of getting a real job for the first time I fell hard for the sardonic wit, the wandering troubadour romanticism, and even that sneering nasally voice I had once scoffed at.
This album and the two that came after it spanning the years 1965 to 1966, the "Judas" period (basically this, in more modern parlance), are almost just one big album to me and any of them would have been appropriate choices here. The other album he released in 1965 has his most iconic song on it and the album after that has the best musical arrangements of the three but this album is the most fun. I swear I didn't do this on purpose, but I've inadvertently grouped three albums together that were recorded by precocious songwriters who seemingly had already summit-ed to the pinnacle of their creative powers at the age of 23. It does make sense though. That's the age when you head out and attack the world feeling like you're primed and ready to flip it all upside down. And the music that comes out of that feeling is naturally some pretty heady stuff.
I don't have anything new to say about Mr. Tambourine Man. To me it's basically a perfect song. And Bob Dylan's 115th Dream, no doubt written in the middle of the night with a cigarette dangling and a single lamp on in a fever rush of inspiration. It occurs to me now that I've basically just been trying to write my own versions of these songs for the last 15 years.
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