The Passion of the Weiss

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Friday, November 11, 2005

The Old Testament: Bringing It All Back Home



It's kind of ridiculous that in the year plus that I've been blogging, no words have been spilled about Bob Dylan, other than to slag Modern Times via haiku. And in truth, my displeasure for Bobby D's latest album had more to do with the stark contrast between Modern Times and Time Out of Mind, let alone that of his latest work and his classic 60s records. Yet in spite of his late career mundanity, in my opinion, there remains only two logical choices for best singer/songwriter of all-time: Bob Dylan or Neil Young. Granted, picking between those two is like analyzing whether you'd rather sleep with Jessica Alba or Charlize Theron. But...if I had to pick a grizzled vestige of the 60's to bring it all back home with, I'd unequivocally choose Bob Dylan. I think that came out wrong.

When most critics talk Dylan Best-Of's, conversation typically veers towards one of three albums: Highway 61 Revisted, Blonde on Blonde or Blood on the Tracks. Yet while all three of those records are undeniably masterful, my personal favorite of Dylan's is 1965's "Bringing it All Back Home." Marking Dylan's first official attempt to go electric on wax, Bringing it All Back home is split into two distinct halves: side A devoted to rollicking head-spinning burners, with the acoustic side B devoted to gorgeous poetic dirges.

At times a furious hail-storm of anger and rage directed at society ("It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding," "Maggie's Farm" "Subterranean Homesick Blues"), at times wistful love-lorn laments ("Love Minus Zero/No Limit," "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue), at times wildly surrealist folk-ballads (Bob Dylan's 115th Dream,") Bringing It All Back home is the most taut encapsulation of Dylan's talents. Just 11 tracks and 46 minutes of the most damning song-writing ever unleashed.
I Got a Head Full of Ideas Driving Me Insane



The first half of the record is doubtlessly outstanding, but it's its second half with its unvarnished brilliance that makes this my favorite album of all time. Indeed, you'd be hard to find a better sequence in the history of music than the last four tracks: "Mr. Tambourine Man," "Gates of Eden," "It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) and "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue." Four songs that even now, over 40 years after their release, radiate like bright obsidian, hanging like dauting obstacles to future songwriters who somehow must vaguely understand that they'll never write anything that good. Words can't describe the way "It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding), a seven and a half minute philippic against life, death, politics, capitalism, conformity and every point in between, winnowing its way through your soul, as Dylan recycles everyday thoughts and spits them out in a staccato bullets

On Bringing It All Back Home, Dylan basically invents what it means to be a great modern song-writer, scribing phrases capable of evoking myriad emotions in each listener, each cryptic turn able to be interpreted in a thousand different ways. (Of course, there are some tragic downsides to this,namely Incubus) Inspired by visionary poets like Arthur Rimbaud and Allen Ginsberg, Dylan writes lines that don't make little literal sense yet seem divinely ordained, with a brilliant method to their madness.

Inevitably, a whole lot of people reading this are already major Dylan fans, so in some respect I'm preaching to the choir. But if by chance oldies radio has left you with the mistaken notion that Bob Dylan is all oldies station staples like "Blowin' In the Wind," and "The Times Are-A-Changin," this record should change your mind. And if nothing else it won't name-drop Alicia Keys in its first two minutes.

Download:
MP3: Bob Dylan-"It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)" (sendspace, left click)

MP3: Push It

Bonus: "Subterranean Homesick Blues" video (ft. Allen Ginsberg)


2 Comments:

At 3:57 PM, Anonymous sk said...

hmm ... i wonder how bring it all back home would sound with lifes a bitch drums and my rappin ... hmm

 
At 5:18 PM, Blogger Passion of the Weiss said...

I dunno, let's call Danger Mouse, get him to teach you the tricks of the trade...I smell a mash-up album called "Bringing it all Back Home, bitch!!"

 

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