Sunday, December 27, 2020

The Best Albums of 2020

I used to regularly announce my favourite albums of the year. Then I forgot for a few years. Hey, I'm old. Sometimes I forget things. 

Let's see. I started doing this in 2013, crowning Vampire Weekend's Modern Vampires of the City by a hair above all-time classics from the National and Jason Isbell. I'll stand with that judgement. But in 2014 I was dazzled by St Vincent, for some reason. I still like it but I really should have gone with the Hold Steady or Lana del Rey. And in 2015, I was likewise enthralled by Kendrick Lamar's To Pimp a Butterfly, which is certainly a great record. But let's face it. I'll never be a hip-hop guy. The ones I was really listening to on repeat were by the Staves, Jason Isbell, and Joy Williams.

Then I skipped four years. What did we miss?

Well, 2016 should have prompted an actual essay on "the divorce record" because the two albums that really stood out for me were Miranda Lambert's (she actually did get divorced) The Weight of These Wings and Beyonce's (she just gave Jay-Z some grief) Lemonade. Fabulous records, but Miranda's more in my sweet spot. Some very fine honourable mentions, too, generally from artists with some years behind them: the middle-aged Lori McKenna ("Halfway Home" was definitely the Song of the Year), the elderly (a senior citizen!) Alejandro Escovedo, the ancient (he was pushing 80!) Ian Hunter, and the newly deceased (can't get any older than that) David Bowie and Leonard Cohen.

In 2017, the coast was finally clear for the National to make my favourite album - and for the first time in forever, they coughed up something I merely liked. An A minus, rather than an A plus. This allowed Lorde, Bleachers, and Emily Haines to fight for the prize and I went with Melodrama by the kid from New Zealand. It's not just that she was 20 years old - she actually made me wish I was 20 years old as well, which doesn't normally happen. But that green light, I want it too.

Now 2018 was the easiest choice I've ever had to make. Metric's Art of Doubt just blew me away and it still does, remaining a fixture on my playlists even two years on (I'm normally listening almost exclusively to music released during the last twelve months or so.) I absolutely loved the boygenius EP, I liked Annie Oakley, and Wussy, and Phosphorescent. But this was a total no-brainer for me. I was a little surprised that Metric came up with so many fabulous songs just one year after Emily used up a lot of excellent material on her very fine solo album. But they did, they did, they surely did. And the band has never sounded better.

And in 2019, the National finally - finally! - top my list with I Am Easy To Find. They're only my favourite modern band, it's just weird that it took them so long to top one of my year-end lists. And it was a damn close thing all the same. 2019 was a great year for albums and I especially loved Lana del Rey's Norman Fucking Rockwell. I went back and forth on which one I liked best for the longest time. Additional shout-outs are required for Vampire Weekend, Taylor Swift, Lula Wiles, and Joy Williams. Among others. Great bunch of albums.

Which brings us at last to 2020, year of the plague. Let's start with some Honourable Mentions, excellent work that just missed my Top Five.

The Drive-by Truckers released,  not one, but two fine albums in 2020. Who was the last band to do that? It may have been the Beatles in 1965. But they don't quite make the final cut because their former guitar player also put out a record this year that made my Top Five and then Truckers band leader Patterson Hood went and produced an album for some obscure guy I'd never even heard of that went and cracked my Top Five as well. A great year for the Truckers and an even better year for Truckers-adjacent artists! 

Two of Canada's finest singer-songwriters returned from long absences with very fine records. Kathleen Edwards hadn't been heard from since 2012's Voyageur - as was widely reported, she'd left music entirely to open a coffee shop on the outskirts of Ottawa. I'm a big fan, and I'm pleased to have her back and I'm very happy with the new record - but I like Sarah Harmer's record even better, and I was somewhat surprised to discover she'd been away even longer. Are You Gone comes a full ten years after her last one. Welcome back, ladies.

I liked Haim's debut but I was rather disappointed with the follow-up. I had no expectations at all for their third record, so I'm very pleased to report that it's really good. And so is the Strokes sixth album - a this point they sound like they're just amusing themselves, like a band that has nothing to prove anymore and is just making these cool songs for the hell of it. Lori McKenna's album is solid - her craft, as always, is impeccable and "When You're My Age" is one of those songs few other songwriters can manage, something that just cuts directly through to anyone's emotional soft spots. And we had noteworthy efforts from many, many other artists. A quick list would have to include the Beths, Soccer Mommy, Torres, Waxahatchee, Matt Berninger, Sufjan Stevens, Best Coast, Torres, Carly Rae Jepsen, Elizabeth Cook, Bruce Springsteen, Lydia Loveless, Fiona Apple, Chris Stapleton, Chuck Prophet, Bright Eyes, Porridge Radio, Christian Lee Huston, and Ruston Kelly. Settling on a final five was pretty desperate work. Which is the way I like it.

But these are the five that did the most for me this year.


5. Jason Isbell & the 400 Unit - Reunions


This is Isbell's fourth album since getting sober. He opens with a rather lengthy (6:40) rocker that's merely okay, probably the weakest thing on the record. But from there, he proceeds to provide yet another outstanding collection of songs, that range over a wide area of subjects that are somehow all quite close to home, family, and friendship. But Jason's been through some stuff and the things he values, he really values, and he's thought pretty hard about all of it. Meanwhile, his craft and his band are so dependable that he begins to remind me just a little bit of Tom Petty, although Isbell is a very different kind of writer and singer. (Isbell does do a great cover of "American Girl" on stage. He also does a ferocious "Whipping Post.") But he's got the same dedication to quality control that I always admired in Petty.

Jason Isbell "Only Children"


4. Bob Dylan - Rough and Rowdy Ways



He contains multitudes. He really does. He was mad, bad, and dangerous to know when he was a young man. Well, he's 79 now and he just doesn't give a fuck. This is his first collection of original songs in almost a decade and every last one of them is choice. Which is something that doesn't happen too regularly with Dylan albums. It also seems that spending these last few years singing the Frank Sinatra catalogue has had a real impact on his singing - it's as if he now has a much better idea of what the blasted ruin of his voice is still capable of doing. But the songs, the songs, my gosh the songs! 

Key West is fine and fair 
If you lost your mind, you will find it there.  

Or how about 

Hello Mary Lou, hello Miss Pearl 
My fleet-footed guides from the underworld 
No stars in the sky shine brighter than you 
You girls mean business, and I do too

From the Dr Frankenstein tale of "My Own Version of You" to the cosmic radio station invoked in "Murder Most Foul," America's greatest songwriter remains the master, quite undiminished, full of piss and vinegar, and completely out of his ever-loving mind. Mad as the mist and snow, as Yeats would have it.

Bob Dylan "False Prophet"


3. Phoebe Bridgers- Punisher



Dylan was 53 years old when Bridgers was born in the summer of 1994, just as the baseball players were going out on strike. I wonder - shouldn't it be hard to get my head around an artist so distant from my own generation? Nah. Really, I don't see why. She's much closer to me than Johann Sebastian Bach, right? I had found myself stepping rather cautiously into her debut album, 2017's Stranger in the Alps - I wasn't sure about her voice, which sounded a little small and pitiful on first acquaintance, murmuring melodies that didn't exactly leap out at me. But some of the lines that came out of that voice insisted on grabbing my attention anyway. (Mostly "You Missed My Heart" - holy hell, what a song.) Then she teamed up with Julien Baker and Lucy Dacus for the brilliant one-off boygenius EP, by which time I'd fully assimilated the way she sneaks up on you and, however sadly sometimes, simply has her way with you. 

Big bolts of lightning hanging low
Over the coast, everyone's convinced
It's a government drone or an alien spaceship
Either way we're not alone

She can do whatever she wants. A huge talent, and utterly fearless.

Phoebe Bridgers "I Know the End"


2. Jerry Joseph - The Beautiful Madness



I try to pay attention. I try to keep up. And every year I dutifully peruse half a dozen year-end Best-Of lists and am alarmed to find dozens of people I've never heard of and must instantly investigate. I've tumbled down so many rabbit-holes following the  hint that "if you like this artist, you might also like..." And stuff like this just keeps happening. Who the hell is Jerry Joseph? He's 59 years old, he's been recording for decades, and I never even heard of him. But I follow Patterson Hood on Twitter, and this is why I follow people on Twitter! Hood mentioned late last summer that he'd produced the new album by Joseph, whose skills as songwriter and performer he vouched for. Well, I'll always take Patterson's word on something like that, enough to at least check it out. Needless to say, I'm glad I did. The whole album is outstanding but "Dead Confederate" is something else altogether. It's beyond anything you could possibly imagine. It's sung from the defiant, unapologetic point of view of the god damned statues of the rebel heroes and traitors that are finally being torn down in the land of the free. 

Swallowing my granite pride, 
they haul me out to gravel pits
Forget that I lived and died, 
smash me up to chips and bits
Buying and selling humans was good work if you could get it

And featuring Hood's erstwhile bandmate, Jason Isbell, playing what might the spookiest slide guitar part since Ry Cooder's work on "Sister Morphine" some fifty years ago. Bloody, terrifying music.

Jerry Joseph "Dead Confederate"


1. Taylor Swift - folkore



You can't argue about it anymore. America's Ingenue is all grown up. As an artist, she's at an extremely interesting turning point in her career. Like many young songwriters, Swift repeatedly mined her own biography for raw material. There are, however, only so many interesting songs you can actually get out of your own life, unless the adventures never end. No one can really live that way. Along the way, Swift took quite a bit of heat  and mockery for the ways various past loves featured in her lyrics. Joni Mitchell could have told her that while it's okay for the guys, it's just not cool when women do that. The rules have always been different for girls.

Swift is now the same age Mitchell was when she made The Hissing of Summer Lawns, which I regard as her last great album before she began to slowly lose her way. It seems to me that one of the driving impulses of Mitchell's life and career was a very basic need simply to be taken seriously, as a woman and - especially - as an artist. She started out in folk music, a musical form that has always taken itself quite seriously, and drifted gradually towards jazz, which tends to take itself more seriously still. She always had so much to prove, no matter what she did. She was a woman in the midst of a very macho and male dominated musical scene, and it didn't matter nearly as much as it should have mattered that she had more talent in her little finger than Crosby, Stills and Nash had in their entire bodies. Combined. She was still a chick on the scene, however talented. She'd written a hit single (for Judy Collins) before anyone knew her name, she'd had hits of her own - but she may have felt, on some level, that this kind of popularity was beneath her somehow. And eventually the unending need to prove her artistic validity swallowed up the brilliant songwriter she once had been. 

I think Swift's folklore is as good as anything Mitchell ever did and I'm much more optimistic about her going forward. Swift's driving impulse, as a woman and an artist, is almost laughably humble - she wants to be popular. She wants people to like her. Like everything in life, this has a downside of its own - in Swift's case, her need to be liked often makes her seem extremely calculating, trying to figure out what people want and expect of her so she can provide it. Swift also emerges out of country music, which remains a very conservative music community, unrelentingly hostile to anyone who would rock the boat, and firm in its belief that women should be seen and not heard. Not even on country radio. That's where Swift came from and she played by its rules. She wanted to be popular. But she was too talented and too ambitious to stay there. She always knew how good she was. When she faced some skepticism about her own songwriting ability after her first albums because she always seemed to work with co-writers, she wrote everything on her third album by herself just to prove that she could absolutely do it that way if she wanted. But she simply likes writing with other people. 

She wanted to be a pop star, and she became one. And this placed a new set of expectations on her - she found herself in a place where her life and career were planned, to the day, literally years in advance. She embraced it. She's here to please, though she admitted that she was beginning to tire of the whole treadmill. She was gearing up to spend most of 2020 and 2021 on the road supporting Lover, her (quite excellent) 2019 album when the pandemic cancelled everything. So she wrote some songs instead, many with a new writing partner, Aaron Dessner of the National. The story of how it all happened is itself rather interesting.

Swift, a self-proclaimed huge fan of the National (which gains her enormous credit in my book, of course!) had discussed songwriting with Dessner when they had met once before. Dessner had explained that as all the members of The National live in different parts of the world, the creation process usually began with Dessner, from his studio in upstate New York emailing musical ideas to his brother Bryce (in Paris) and singer Matt Berninger (in Los Angeles.) With her performance plans cancelled, Swift reached out to Dessner to inquire if he'd like to try writing with her. Dessner, who apparently has far more musical ideas that his bandmates like or can use, obligingly sent her some material. Swift returned one of them the very same day as a finished song - "cardigan," the second track on the album and its lead single. She is nothing if not eager to please. They wrote ten songs together that ended up  on this album - Swift expanded this method of working to include her longtime collaborator, the marvellous Jack Antonoff, for another five songs. And it turns out they had enough material left over to release a second album a few months later. 

It's a different kind of record for her. It's a songwriter's album. There are no splashy pop singles, made to be released ahead of the album and carve out its place on the radio, songs that would come to seem jarringly out of place with the rest of the record that followed them. This is quiet, reflective music - many of the tracks are based on the same kind of piano melodies fans of the National are very familiar with. And the songs seem to be about... other people. Or stuff she just... made up. From the saga of Becky Harkness, to the three linked songs about a doomed high school threesome, to the absolutely shattering "epiphany," these songs really don't seem to have much to do with Taylor's life and loves at all. And this is the best news of all, to my mind. As a songwriter, she's used up her biography, moved on to different subjects, and come out far, far ahead. So many songwriters never manage it. So many never even try.

Taylor Swift "the last great american dynasty"



Thursday, December 24, 2020

Song of the Year

 I plan to share my favourite albums of the past year, as I have done in years past. But first, I thought I'd share my Song of the Year. And in 2020, the year of the plague, no song cut deeper than the one that explicitly linked the plight of health care workers today with that of soldiers under fire, two sets of otherwise ordinary people merely trying to function while being subjected to unimaginable levels of stress, terror, and desperation. Who could ever be prepared for such a thing? How would that even happen? And enduring it all, somehow, hour after hour, day after day, week after week. How does that even happen?

Something med school did not cover
Someone's daughter, someone's mother
Holds your hand through plastic now

But the heart of the connection the song finds between soldiers under fire and front-line workers facing a pandemic isn't simply the ceaseless onslaught of horror. It's the utter impossibility of being able to talk about it. It's the complete uselessness of any attempt to describe such an experience to anyone who didn't share it. And it's that ultimate futility that finally brings the true horror home. Some things you just can't speak about. You can barely even sing.

Only 20 minutes to sleep
But you dream of some epiphany
Just one single glimpse of relief
To make some sense of what you've seen




Thursday, October 15, 2020

The Richard Thompson Catalogue



Richard Thompson turned 71 earlier this year, and remarkably enough all of his skills  - singing, writing, playing - are completely intact. Perhaps alone among all the artists who first emerged in the 1960s, he remains undiminished in every way. He's a cult artist who's never had a hit, who's never even come close to having a hit record - the best he's managed is to have two of his 1980s singles crack the Alternative Airplay Top 40. Because he's never had anything like a commercial peak period, there's little temptation to compare what he's like now to what he was like in his prime. There was no commercial prime, no peak of fame. As a public figure, he remains the cult artist he's always been. But in terms of his abilities, he's lost nothing at all - not as a singer, not as a player, not as a songwriter. He remains fully intact, just as great, and in the same ways and for the same reasons, as he's always been. Obviously, the man lives right and has taken care of himself and his gifts. 


Thompson's recording career dates back to 1967, when he was the 18 year old lead guitarist and occasional songwriter for Fairport Convention, the great pioneering institution of modern English folk-rock music. Thompson left the band for a solo career in early 1971, when he was still just 21 years old, after playing on their first five albums. Yeah, rock bands were pretty prolific back in the day. After his first solo album, Henry the Human Fly, Thompson formed a personal and professional partnership with Linda Peters. Richard wrote the songs, and they shared the singing. The couple made six albums together over a ten year period before their marriage imploded, spectacularly and publicly during their 1982 North American tour. Thompson has worked as a solo artist ever since.


I'm not going to include the five Fairport Convention albums here - with the Fairports Thompson was just a member of the band, playing lead guitar, singing the odd track, contributing the occasional composition (one in particular, "Meet on the Ledge," he still performs from time to time.) His discography is vast enough and complicated enough as it is. He's provided a couple of soundtracks; he's done many, many unique, one-off projects; he's teamed up with chums like Henry Kaiser and Danny Thompson for any number of side projects, some of them of a distinctly avant-garde nature. People have been asking him to play guitar on their records for fifty years now, and he's obliged rather often. He's even made a couple of guitar instructional recordings. His own boutique level has issued numerous collections of his live performances. There have been several extensive career anthologies, all of which have gathered a multitude of otherwise unreleased material. He's re-recorded acoustic collections of his back catalogue to have something to sell at his acoustic solo shows. The entire discography would include at least sixty items. We're going to confine ourselves here to the sixteen proper studio albums he's issued as a solo artist and the six he made in partnership with Linda Thompson. We will allow a single ringer from the rest. 


Thompson was sometimes a shaky and uncertain singer when he began his solo career, but he had Linda with him to do much of the singing for the first ten years - and by then, he was fully capable of carrying any tune himself, if he needed. He was an outstanding guitarist and a fine songwriter from the very beginning, and his craft has only improved over the years. His output has been dependable. His career is not littered with failed experiments or detours down dead end roads. And he has always taken the craft of record-making seriously. In this respect, he resembles Tom Petty and Bruce Springsteen, rather than Bob Dylan and Neil Young. Dylan and Young have never had a great deal of interest in the actual craft of making records. Among other things, this means that you always know pretty quickly when they've assembled a sub-par collection of songs. Thompson is like Petty and Springsteen in that his records are always well made, and the players are all really good. It can actually take a little while before you begin to realize that the songs aren't all that special, because the music always sounds good while it's playing. So there are no bad records here. Just various shades ranging from at least decent to pretty damn great.



23. Henry the Human Fly (1972) - Thompson's first record was a notorious flop - the bizarre title and ridiculous cover photo surely didn't help. Moreover, Thompson hadn't yet learned how to project himself as a singer and he and his producer hadn't figured out how to record his voice. It's a shame, because he had a good batch of songs, they were well performed, and the tracks - aside from the vocals - sound just fine. Richard was never a natural, instinctive singer. This stands to reason, after all. He started out as the guitar player in a band with two other people doing all the lead singing. He would, however, spend the first fifteen years of his career working closely with two of the finest singers Britain ever produced, in Sandy Denny and his wife Linda. He would learn a great deal along the way. All that would be a good ways down the road, though. After all these years, his singing is much more loose and relaxed on stage. But even so, on record you can still occasionally hear him almost calculating how to sing some passage. 


 22. Front Parlour Ballads (2005) - This was really an accidental album - Thompson had built a studio in his garage and was trying it out, recording some songs on his laptop. He happened to like what he'd done, and decided to put it out. So it's a homemade album, with almost no accompaniment save Thompson himself on acoustic guitar. It might have worked, but Thompson had fallen into something of a songwriting slump, that would carry on for some time. He's always kept writing and working - no five year writer's blocks for this guy. He has said that he's not a writer who waits for inspiration, he's someone who sits down every day and works at it. But while his craftsmanship has only improved over the years - he doesn't write bad songs - the outstanding ones simply weren't coming. On his full band albums, sometimes the power of the performances would obscure that fact. It's much more visible here. 


21. 1000 Years of Popular Music (2003) - This is the ringer, of course. It's not a collection of new Thompson songs at all. It's not even a studio album. There are two distinctly different versions, a CD and a DVD, both recorded live on two different tours. But it's completely irresistible. As the year 2000 approached, Playboy magazine asked a number of musicians to provide a list of their favourite songs from the millennium just ending. Thompson, no doubt rightly, suspected that they really meant the last 50 years rather than the last 1000 but he chose to take them at their word anyway. Playboy didn't use his list, which begins with the 13th century round "Sumer Is Icumen In," but Thompson decided it would make for a pretty interesting stage show. He worked out solo arrangements of the songs and took his list on the road, supported by another singer and a percussionist. He samples a Purcell opera and a 16th century Italian ballad, English madrigals and music hall tunes, before venturing into traditional American and English folk music. He nods at jazz and country music, brings in other noble foreigners like Prince and Abba before wrapping up with modern English legends like Ray Davies and Pete Townshend. The audacity and ingenuity of it all just bowls you over, and the humour and high spirits of the presentation - which is much more effective on the DVD - are themselves worth the price of admission. And of course the Britney Spears cover absolutely rules.


20. Dream Attic (2010) - As already noted, he wasn't writing great songs during this period. He was also beginning to experiment with different ways to make records. For this one, he and his band rehearsed his new set of tunes, took them on the road, and recorded all the material in concert (with the audience erased, as much as was possible, from the final result.) Thompson's craft, as always, is dependable - he and his musicians, is always, play wonderfully. Thompson has always been an inspired performer on stage. This just isn't a great set of songs, and the long slow ones actually seem to drag. But it still sounds fine while it's playing, and the opening rant about the bankers - and this wasn't the first time Thompson had taken on this target - who had just almost crashed the world economy is loads of fun. Inspirational lyric: "If you'll just bend over a little / I think you'll feel my financial muscle."


19. Electric (2013) - For this one, Thompson took his trusty rhythm section of Jerome and Prodaniuk to Nashville to work with Buddy Miller (who contributed some rhythm guitar to the proceedings.) It has the same issues as most of his work during this period - the songs just don't stand out, despite how well they're performed and recorded. And yet... there are signs that he just might be emerging from this long somewhat fallow period. There are no great songs, true, and that's what we've come to expect and hope for from Thompson every time out - but some of these do somehow seem more distinctive, more full of the old character. "Good Things Happen to Bad People" summons up some of the trademark snark and "Another Small Thing in Her Favour" joins his long list of twisted love songs. This album, curiously enough, has been Thomson's most successful record in America where it reached #75 on the Billboard chart. There's a reason the man has been a working musician his whole life.


18. The Old Kit Bag (2003) - This was where the songwriting slump began to kick in, but there are a couple of very noteworthy tracks. Thompson has been a committed Muslim for more than 40 years, but since leaving the commune life behind it's had very little obvious impact on his writing. Thompson's brand of Islam is exceedingly mystical, focused entirely on spiritual matters and the state of the soul. But Thompson has never been a confessional songwriter and his predilections as a writer have always been very much on matters of this earth, twisted tales of love and adventure. There's simply very little overlap between the man's inner life as a Muslim and his public life as a songwriter. Even this album's memorable opening track, "Gethsemane," seems to have no religious subtext at all, the title notwithstanding. One has the impression Thompson simply liked the sound of the word. But in "Outside of the Inside," Thompson directly confronts the views of fanatics in general, and the Taliban in particular. Unsurprisingly, Thompson comes down hard and strong in favour of art and science rather than blind faith. This album marked Thompson's first collaboration with Michael Jerome, who has been his drummer of choice, both on stage and record, ever since. Inspirational lyric: "And when I get to heaven, I won't even realize that I'm there."


17. You, Me, Us (1996) - Thompson's only double album is a deliberately schizophrenic affair, comprising a disc of acoustic based songs and another disc of electric based songs - although two songs actually appear on both discs, in suitably different arrangements. Somewhat surprisingly (to me, anyway) the acoustic set absolutely smokes the electric set. This might be because Thompson's long partnership with Mitchell Froom had grown somewhat stale, something which was much more apparent on the electrified songs. But it's mostly because the acoustic side simply has the best songs: the aching lament of "Burns Supper", the delicate heartbreak of "She Cut Off Her Long Silken Hair." Not to mention the extremely disturbing and creepy "Cold Kisses." Inspirational lyric: "Here I am in your room, going through your stuff."



16. Hand of Kindness (1983) - Thompson's first album on his own in more than ten years establishes himself as a singer-songwriter of the highest quality who doubles as one of the world's greatest guitar players. This has, of course, been the basis of his career ever since. By this time he was a far more confident and assured singer than he was when his career started. It also sounds as if Thompson couldn't find any acoustic guitars around the house - while this is an uptempo record for the most part, even the two slower ballads - "How I Wanted To" and "Devonside" are played on his electric guitar. Not that we should ever have a problem with that. Inspirational lyric: "My head was beating like a song by the Clash/writing cheques that my body couldn't cash."



15. Across a Crowded Room (1985) - This was Thompson's last English album (he's recorded numerous projects in England since, but his albums proper have all been recorded in America), recorded for the most part with old mates and cronies from the Fairport circles. The opener, "When the Spell is Broken," is one of his classic tunes and a regular part of his live repertoire ever since. Like its predecessor, it's mostly an uptempo record although each side of the vinyl closes with a long slow one. The best tracks might be the two stomping rockers "Walking Through a Wasted Land" and "I Ain't Going to Drag My Feet No More" - cheerful sounding titles, no? They sure sound like fun while they're playing. Weird how he pulls that off. 


14. First Light (1978) - In 1975, after recording three albums together, Richard and Linda converted to a somewhat esoteric and highly mystical brand of Sufi Islam. The couple left the music business and joined a commune, whose imam discouraged Richard from playing non-religious music in general and the electric guitar in particular. It was two years before they were heard from again, when Richard began to do guest work on other people's records, beginning with former Fairport singer Sandy Denny's last record. It was his next job, working on Julie Covington's album, that led to Richard and Linda's return to recording - the American session players brought in for the occasion expressed an eagerness to do further work with Thompson, who did have a collection of mostly spiritual songs stored up. It still sounds somewhat tentative, as if the Thompsons are slowly shaking off the accumulated rust of their years of comparative inactivity. The song "Layla" is not the Clapton song, but it's similarly inspired by the tale of Layla and Majnun (which is basically a fifth century Persian Romeo and Juliet.) While it may be the weakest of the six albums Richard and Linda made together, there are a few gorgeous songs. Richard has since commented that "I didn't have my mind on my job." It's still outstanding. 


13. Sweet Warrior (2007) - In some ways, a difficult album to come to grips with. By this time, Thompson's craftsmanship had become so dependable, as a writer and a performer, that the music always sounds good while it's playing. The only issue is whether the songs were memorable or not. And most of these songs, like the rest of his work during this period, weren't really all that memorable. This doesn't apply to his furious rant against the Iraq War "Dad's Gonna Kill Me" and it especially doesn't apply to the three staggeringly great songs that rank with the best work he's ever done in his long career: the unhurried counsel of "Take Care the Road You Choose," the spooky farewell that is "Sunset Song," and especially the totally ferocious narrative of "Guns are the Tongues," about a terrorist, her patsy, and how and why they got that way. These three songs are so good that the album as a whole seems seriously unbalanced, somehow. Taras Prodaniuk on bass joins Michael Jerome to form the rhythm section that has supported Thompson ever since.


12. Pour Down Like Silver (1975) - The Thompsons had converted to Islam, joined a commune, and were somewhat conflicted about whether or not to give up their music careers. But they did owe Island one more album, and although their imam didn't approve of Richard playing electric guitar, he apparently decided it would be permitted so long as they were singing spiritual songs. Under these odd circumstances, Richard wrote a very fine collection of songs and proceeded to play more electric guitar on a record than he'd done since leaving Fairport Convention - "Night Comes In" is his first extended guitar workout on one of his own records. But the record is still mostly notable for some of Thompson's all time classic compositions, especially the closing trio of "Beat the Retreat," "Hard Luck Stories," and "Dimming of the Day." And then no one heard from them for almost three years.


11. Daring Adventures (1986) - After marrying Nancy Covey, Thompson moved his base of operations to Los Angeles. This was his first album recorded in the U.S. and it marked the beginning of his five-album partnership with Mitchell Froom, who would take care of production duties and play occasional keyboards (Not that there are many keyboards to be found anywhere in Thompson's catalogue - in fact, it's hard to think of an artist who has used fewer keyboards over the course of his career. If there's one to be found it's most likely to be an accordion.) Anyway, working in America meant that his old chums from the Fairports, who had performed on every record he'd ever made were nowhere to be found, replaced by American session players. But Thompson and Froom hired the best American session players, mind you: the rhythm section is Jerry Scheff and Jim Keltner. It's a much more commercial, less defiantly English, sounding record. So naturally it concludes with a lengthy memorial to the English music hall singer Al Bowlly that must be one of the artist's personal favourites because it's never left his performance repertoire. While "Valerie" sounds like an attempt to finally score a hit single - if so, it didn't work - the ballads are the most memorable tunes from this collection. Each is simply outstanding: "Missie How You Let Me Down," "Jennie," and "How Will I Ever Be Simple Again." 


10. Mirror Blue (1994) - This is a strange sounding record. After three albums together, Thompson and Froom were deliberately experimenting with different sonic approaches and the tones they went for on this one went for can be somewhat off-putting at times, at least until you get used to them. Pete Thomas from Elvis Costello's Attractions has taken over the drum chair from the American session men, though Jerry Scheff remains on bass. Thompson indulges a previously little seen interest in longer jazzy excursions, certainly more than is his custom. What makes all of this more than worthwhile are two of his most remarkable ballads - "Beeswing", the winding narrative of of a lost young love, never to be forgotten, and the impossibly gorgeous "King of Bohemia" a sorrowful song of love and devotion that Thompson has suggested was written for his daughter and then, quite unaccountably, named for a local pub. It's ridiculously beautiful, one of the most moving and powerful pieces in all his immense catalogue.


9. Still (2015) - During his lengthy songwriting slump, Thompson had begun to try a new and different recording approach each time out and for this one he went up to Chicago to work with Jeff Tweedy. And while Tweedy proved a sympatico producer, and contributed voice and guitar to the proceedings, what was really of interest was that the songs were getting really good once more, beginning with yet another tale of a love lost along the long and winding road "She Never Could Resist A Winding Road." The rockers are full of the old mischief, especially "All Buttoned Up" and "Long John Silver" and he wraps up the proceedings with the tale of a young man who loves his guitar more than anyone else, and demonstrates it by doing his very best imitation of some of his "Guitar Heroes" - which in this guy's case, are people like Les Paul, Django Reinhardt, and Hank Marvin.



8. I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight (1974) - The first album the Thompsons made as a duet includes a number of songs that have remained in his repertoire ever since (remembering that his catalogue is now so deep that songs regularly go in and out of rotation.) It had to wait a year after being recorded to be released because of vinyl shortages, in the wake of the 1973 oil shock. They divide the lead vocals between them. Richard's singing is more assured than on his debut, and this is the record that introduced the world to Linda's pure and elegant pipes. The cheery title cut excepted, this is a collection of pretty dark, if not downright somber songs (the legend of Thompson as the prophet of doom and gloom definitely begins here.) But what songs they were: the opening trio of "When I Get to the Border," "The Calvary Cross," and "Withered and Died" demonstrated that his songwriting had taken a great leap forward, and the remarkable closing track "The Great Valerio" is one of the most haunting items in his catalogue.


7. Sunnyvista (1979) - On their second album since returning to the musical life,  the Thompsons wasted no time whatsoever letting you know that they were back and that they meant business, folks. The ferocious stomp of "Borrowed Time" remains one of the hardest rockers in the man's catalogue. They were recording once more with the usual cast of their chums from the folk-rock circles around the Fairports. It suits them better. They had also figured out how best to record their own peculiar rocked up version of traditional English folk music, spiced up with Richard's razor-edged guitar playing. It's a great sounding record and a strong set of songs. Really, the worst thing about this record is the bafflingly weird cover art (which is based on the content of the title track, but still...)


6. Hokey Pokey (1974) - Builds on all the strengths of their first record together, and improves on them all. They're both singing better and they're doing more singing together. The songs are a much more varied lot than on its predecessor, with the influence of traditional British music - not just folk music, but music hall and brass band as well - more pronounced than ever. It's a pretty cheerful record, at least by this guy's standards, although both Richard ("I'll Regret It All in the Morning") and Linda ("Never Again") get to show off their way with a bitter ballad. And this collection also includes "A Heart Needs a Home," a breathtakingly beautiful number, sung here by Linda, that still appears in Richard's repertoire to this day.


5. Amnesia (1988) - Thompson's second American record with Mitchell Froom at the controls mostly benefits from an exceptionally strong set of songs. He's working with the American session aces again, although he does bring in a few old British chums to add some flavour to the mix. But it's the songs that stand out - the ferocious "Don't Tempt Me" and the wistful "Waltzing's For Dreamers" in particular. Thompson's electric concerts typically feature one song that he uses as an occasion to simply destroy the world with his guitar and leave nothing standing, and "Can't Win" from this album has long been one of his favourite choices for the purpose. (It's another great song, but it fades out on the album after barely five minutes!) 

So this might be a good occasion to talk about his guitar playing. He is one of a kind, of course. The world has lots of wonderful guitar players and there are even a few, like Thompson, who are equally adept on both acoustic and electric. But what makes Thompson special is that he simply sounds like no one else. He is sui generis, all alone on his island. Some of this stems from his unusual right-hand technique, but the most important factor by far is that Thompson's playing has a very different set of roots and influences. When all the other great British guitarists of his generation were studying the great American blues masters, Thompson was immersed in the jigs and reels of traditional British folk music. His guitar playing rests on a completely different set of musical principles. There are no pentatonic scales to be heard here, it's all modes and chromatic lines. The only serious American influences on his playing, naturally enough, are the modal jazz lines of Miles Davis, and the chromaticism of Charlie Parker. Who were a couple of horn players. When Thompson is asked to name a guitarist who influenced him, the first name he mentions is usually someone like the legendary gypsy Django Reinhardt. There's simply no other significant guitarist whose playing is based on a similar foundation. Thompson frequently sounds as if he's never heard a blues guitarist in his life.


4. 13 Rivers (2018) - By now, it shouldn't seem that remarkable for any veteran rock or folk musician to produce one of their finest works as they approach old age - Bob Dylan was 60 when he issued "Love and Theft," Leonard Cohen was well past 70 when he made Old Ideas, and Ian Hunter was almost 80 when he put out Fingers Crossed. But all of those men sounded like they had seen some years. Many, many years in some cases. Thompson, on 13 Rivers, still sounds exactly like the man who shot out the lights at age 31 - he still has the same voice, he still plays the same brilliant guitar, he still writes those twisted and disturbed ditties. This is just a really great collection of songs, easily his best in twenty years. And he hasn't mellowed one damn bit - these are mostly raucous, uptempo tunes, and our man is rocking harder than most musicians half his age - the frenzied guitar workout of "The Rattle Within," the frantic threats of "Bones of Gilead," and especially the haunting and compelling "No Matter." It's all his ace sidemen can do to keep up. We should all be so full of life as we approach 70. Inspirational lyric: "I'm living on fantasy / real life's too good for me."


3. Rumor and Sigh (1991) - The reason this most defiantly British of artists (even if he's been based in Los Angeles for more than 30 years) used the American spelling in his album title is because the title is derived from a poem by Archibald MacLeish. So the artist reminds us where he really comes from by including a wild narrative that centers around a famous British motorcycle ("1952 Vincent Black Lightning"), another about an English music hall legend ("Don't Sit on My Jimmy Shands"), and a thinly veiled assault on Margaret Thatcher ("Mother Knows Best.") It's such a tremendous collection of songs that one doesn't even notice that he's not playing quite as much guitar as usual. Froom's keyboards, never central to his sound at any time, are scaled back even more than usual. And while the songs, as always, are all built around his guitar playing, there just isn't the usual amount of twisted soloing. But the songs are so good you don't mind. Inspirational lyric: "I've got a suitcase full of fifty pound notes / and a half naked woman with her tongue down my throat / And I feel so good."


2. Mock Tudor (1999) - After five albums with Mitchell Froom, Thompson took the helm himself as his 50th birthday approached, which he marked with one of the strongest sets of songs he would ever produce. Dave Mattacks from the Fairports is back in the drum chair for the first time since 1985's Across a Crowded Room. The weakest track is probably "Hard On Me" which seems to be about his troubled relationship with his father - and it's pretty damn awesome, a furious guitar showcase that was always a concert highlight. The fun kicks off with the irresistible "Cooksferry Queen," the saga of a London gangster, the wild girl he fell for, and the strange and wild trip that resulted. There's a frenetic burst of something like high-speed reggae (!) with "Crawl Back Under My Stone" and a jaunty tour of his home town "Sights and Sounds of London Town." And while Thompson doesn't seem to like talking about Sandy Denny, whose untimely passing he still clearly grieves, he provides a haunting yet clear-eyed elegy for his lost band-mate with "That's All, Amen, Close The Door." Inspirational lyric: "People speak my name in whispers / What higher praise can there be?"


1. Shoot Out the Lights (1982) - With this album, the Thompsons finally began to attract significant critical notice. The North American tour in support was also successful, but the fact that the Thompsons' marriage broke up, quite visibly, in the same moment attracted considerable notice itself. It may have led many to see more in its songs about damaged relationships than was actually there. These were not new songs. Most of them had originally been recorded two years earlier, with Gerry Rafferty producing, while the Thompsons were between record deals. The plan was for Rafferty, who paid for the project, to use the tapes to land the Thompsons a new record deal. Which he did, as the Thompsons eventually signed with old friend Joe Boyd's brand new Hannibal Records. However, Richard hadn't liked how the actual recordings with Rafferty had sounded, so the Thompsons recut all the songs over a few days in November 1981. I think this has a fair bit to do with how well the album turned out. They'd settled on what were the best songs they had and they'd brought them to a high degree of readiness. Moreover, after living with this material for almost two years, Richard and Linda were far more intimately familiar with the peculiar twists and turns of these songs than artists normally are when they cut records. And it's an exceptional set of songs, with no weak links. 

But by the time they made the record, a pregnant Linda was experiencing breathing problems and having trouble singing. These issues would mark the beginning of the problems with her voice that have plagued her right to this day (sometimes she can sing free and easy, sometimes she can't even talk.) Her troubles led Richard to take over the vocal on the opening track "Don't Renege on Our Love" and left Linda singing just three of the album's songs. After the recording, Richard went off to play some solo dates in America, and while doing so - he met someone new. Their marriage was over a few months later, just as they were taking their new work on the road. Which got ugly on occasion. But the vocal performances Linda was able to provide are beautiful beyond all description. She does it with an uncanny perfect calm that is somehow both warmly human and as cool and clear as the finest crystal. On "Just the Motion" - well, my gosh - she presents what is still a compelling case for herself as the finest female singer ever to come out of the British Isles, without ever raising her voice or slurring her lines. She simply mesmerizes. The songs are supported by Richard's guitars and a sparse but sympathetic rhythm section of old comrades from the Fairports, and Richard's guitar playing hits heights that are remarkable even for him, which makes them very remarkable indeed. But the solos he plays in "Walking on a Wire" and the title track are so jaw-droppingly brilliant that they're positively frightening. It's one of the greatest albums ever made, and so says everyone who heard it. Which was generally a larger group than usually heard his work, but still a much smaller group than that work deserved. It was his first record to crack the American charts, where it hit the dizzying heights of #203. Inspirational lyric: "He might laugh, but you won't see him / As he thunders through the night."


Sunday, October 4, 2020

Liam's Beatles Ranking

Liam's done his Beatles project. I was going to respond in his comments, but I went on much too long. Surprise, surprise. 

 Naturally, I'd sequence it differently. I think the modern consensus is actually with Liam, and places Revolver and Abbey Road at  the top of the list. I think both are slightly over-rated, as utterly great and wonderful as they are. I'd probably go...


13. Yellow Submarine - Not really an album at all, of course. The film and its soundtrack were Contractual Obligation projects. They provided a couple of leftovers from the Pepper sessions, one of which had actually been rejected for that album ("Northern Song.") The best track - "Bulldog" - was basically made up in the studio while they were filming the "Lady Madonna" video.


12. Beatles For Sale - Made under duress, in a state of exhaustion, padded out with covers because they didn't have time to write anything. They were under such duress because they, and everyone around them, just sort of assumed they had six months to cash in and then the world would lose interest. Gosh. Hasn't happened yet. In the meantime they worked like dogs to make what they could out of their moment in the sun and by late 1964 they were running on fumes. Most bands could merely dream of making a record this good, but these guys had raised the bar.


11. Let It Be - Phil Spector simply vandalized some of it, and there are no  major songs. But they're playing together like a band, for the first time in ages, even if they were also driving each other crazy. Paul has always said "Two of Us" was about him and Linda, but it's impossible - for me anyway - not to hear it as about him and John. You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead. The end of the road was in sight.


10. Magical Mystery Tour -  it's not really an album at all, of course. The only original track that I think is totally awesome is "Walrus." They're at loose ends and they're screwing around a little.


9. Please Please Me - they were still developing as songwriters - although "There's a Place" just shimmers with beauty. What a melody! But what a freaking band they were, already! George was still a teenager when they did this. In a single day.


8. Help - the movie songs are great, but most of Side 2 is sub-par. Except for the two McCartney classics near the end.


7. Abbey Road - This is their most well recorded album by a mile, the first time they worked in eight tracks, the first time they thought and recorded in stereo. It sounds fabulous and the highlights really are stunning. There's just an unusual number of songs that make me go "meh" - "Maxwell," "Octopus," "Because" (I know, I know!) "Sun King," "Mustard," "Bathroom Window." I don't actually dislike any of them, not even "Maxwell." And man... "You Never Give Me Your Money" and "Carry That Weight" will get me every time. Every damn time.


6. Revolver - this is the best record for Beatles guitars. But I've never found the epic closer quite as awesome as the rest of the world finds it. It's certainly okay. And "Got to Get You Into My Life" is a cool song and Paul sings the hell out of it - but no one involved knew what to do or how to record a brass section (they'd never done it before!) - so I'm not wild about the track except for that great guitar lick at the end. "I'm Only Sleeping" does just that to me, and of George's three major excursions into Indian music on Beatles records, this is the failure. All the rest, of course, is absolutely prime.


5. A Hard Day's Night - a great, great Lennon album. He dominates it, with gorgeous ballads ("If I Fell"), nasty rockers ("You Can't Do That") and all points in between. Not nearly as much McCartney, but what he does contribute is fabulous.


4. The Beatles (White Album) - it sprawls, it meanders, it often sounds like solo artists rather than a band, and like almost everyone I think there's an incredible single album buried in there. And just like everyone who thinks that, the single album I'd construct would be completely different from anyone else's. But oh yeah - it's there, all right. Cutting it down to a magnificent single album is bloody, desperate work. Just try! I mean, McCartney has a point when he says to people who think it should be a single album. "It's the Beatles, it's the bloody White Album, Shut Up!" Like everyone from my generation, I've listened to "Revolution 9" all the way through multiple times. It's weirdly fascinating and could only have been assembled by actual musicians. No, it wouldn't make the cut. Absolute faves? Gosh... "USSR," "Prudence," "My Guitar," "Happiness," "Martha," "So Tired," "Birthday..." I even like "Ob-La-Di," another song John and George famously hated. George sniffed that he couldn't understand how or why Paul wrote songs like this, why he wasn't plumbing the depths of his own soul to express some personal truth. Who cares about Desmond and Molly? He's just making it up, it doesn't mean anything to him. (It's strange that someone who admired Bob Dylan so much could think such a thing.) But there's the thing - Paul McCartney cared about Desmond and Molly, even if he just made them up, and his song about them simply overflows with an affection that I personally find irresistible. 


3. With the Beatles - this has some of the greatest vocal performances ever recorded from one of the greatest singers who ever drew breath - "It Won't Be Long" "All I've Got to Do" "Please Mr Postman" "You've Really Got a Hold On Me" and "Money." If anyone has ever sung rock music better... tell me about it. And I won't believe you. I just won't. It's maybe not a great record for McCartney, "All My Loving" excepted. But I absolutely love George's very first song. I don't think he wrote a better one. Ever. In his life.


2. Rubber Soul - the best sung record in their catalogue - just amazing vocal performances by everyone, amazing harmony singing. It also has some of the best songs Lennon ever wrote, one of which also happens to be the first song I ever learned to play on guitar ("Nowhere Man".) This is the record with "Girl" and "Norwegian Wood." Mercy. (It's got one of his worst ones, too, but they stuck it at the end!) Just a great Lennon record and my fave track these days...  Paul's "You Won't See Me."


1. Sgt Pepper - I'll always be a Pepper guy. Hey, it's the first album I ever bought!  Pepper, incidentally, is the best record for bass playing. I love the Beatles rocking out, Lennon in particular, and there's not much of that here. But the songs, the songs, my God, the songs! Harrison's piece is the weakest song, but the track is fascinating anyway because of George Martin - the dialogue in the instrumental section between the Eastern and Western musicians is amazing. Two completely different musical languages, that use two actual different divisions of the notes that make up the octave. And it works. And, no I don't like Leander's arrangement of "She's Leaving Home" - Martin would have done a much better job, and Paul should have just cooled his jets. The song is so great it still works. And the rest of the album is perfect. Just perfect. And "A Day in the Life" is as great as all music, as all art, aspires to be. It's what music is for.

Sunday, September 20, 2020

The Bob Dylan Project

There are officially 39 studio albums in the Bob Dylan catalogue. Even so, they cover but a portion of his enormous discography. There are numerous Dylan compilations, of course - at least three volumes of Greatest Hits, the career spanning Biograph, the odds and ends collection Side Tracks, and many, many more. Most of them have odd, stray tracks not found anywhere else. Dylan's not a British artist, one who draws a clear distinction between singles and albums. For the most part, he's never been all that interested in issuing singles anyway. Most of his were simply drawn from his regular album releases. Nevertheless, he has issued a few stand-alone singles over the course of his long career and they'll only be found on one compilation or another. You'd sure need a lot of nerve to go without the great 1966 single "Positively Fourth Street." 

Dylan has released five official live albums (technically he has also "released" archive sets of many other live recordings from various periods of his career, mainly to protect his copyrights.) As a live performer, Dylan has long been highly unpredictable, bouncing from one extreme to another. You never know what you're going to get or how good he'll be. He can be utterly transcendent, he can be absolutely terrible. The official live albums somehow manage to miss out on all the greatest live performances of his career. Consequently, the only one that is truly essential is Before the Flood which documents his 1974 tour with The Band. Dylan runs total roughshod over his famous old songs like he wants to steamroller them out of existence - his voice is a mighty bellow - and The Band is with him every wild step of the way. Dylan has always brought out the crazy and reckless side of The Band, who left to their own devices can sometimes grow a little too careful and cautious. Dylan pushes them right to the edge in these shows and it's totally awesome.

Dylan's official Bootleg Series now runs into 15 volumes and contains at least 65 discs - it now represents the biggest chunk of Dylan's official discography, and as Dylan is the most bootlegged artist in music history, that's somehow very appropriate. Some of these installments are as essential as his very best official albums; some are strictly for specialists only. Volumes 1-3 were issued together as a single release; they collect stray tracks that he didn't release from the first three decades of his career, and it is indeed required listening. Volume 4 is the legendary 1966 show in Manchester with the Hawks - the "Judas" moment - and it more than lives up to the legend. This is amazing, explosive rock music, all restraint abandoned, always teetering on the edge of utter chaos. Volume 5 collects live recordings from the Rolling Thunder Revue, another period that is not documented nearly as well as its legend would seem to require, and is simply great fun. Volume 6 is a live solo concert recording from late 1964, a fascinating moment in time - it's shortly before he went into the studio to record Bringing It All Back Home, and he previews some of the new songs. Volume 7 is the soundtrack to Scorcese's documentary and not necessary. But Volume 8 collects various out takes and stray tracks from the Oh Mercy through Time Out of Mind years and provides additional proof that Dylan regularly leaves his best work off his official albums. Volume 9 gathers together publishing demos from 1962-64 and is for specialists only, as is Volume 10 which attempts to rehabilitate the Self-Portrait sessions. But Volume 11 provides the legendary basement tapes from the summer of 1967, in two versions (a two disc selection of highlights, and the complete set of recordings) and this dive into the roots of American music is required listening. The 18 discs of Volume 12 archive every recording made during the sessions for the three great 1965-66 albums. It's awesome but it's also for specialists only. Volume 13 documents his gospel years - the live performances are tremendous if you can put up with the material. Volume 14 documents the Blood on the Tracks sessions and I think it demonstrates that for the most part Dylan actually put the right takes on the released album. For once. Volume 15 collects any leftovers from the John Wesley Harding and Nashville Skyline sessions and is for specialists only. 


As for the 39 studio albums, we're going to omit the two that Dylan himself was not involved in assembling. Those would be the 1973 album called Dylan that Columbia assembled out of Self-Portrait out-takes. This was his spurned record company indulging in a bit of petty revenge at Dylan having the gall to temporarily take his services to another record company. And we're going to skip the strange 1975 edition of The Basement Tapes put together by Robbie Robertson, who for reasons of his own (mainly, to play up the role played by his group) added eight tracks by The Band alone that had nothing at all to do with the sessions from the Woodstock basement. Some of them had actually been recorded almost two years later. Robertson also took the original stereo recordings from the basement and remixed them to mono, for reasons that have never been explained. As for the rest of it, while it was certainly good at the time to finally have some of these Dylan recordings available, the eventual release of all the work done in the Woodstock basement - which wouldn't happen for another 35 years, mind you - has finally made this collection completely redundant, and good thing too. It's redundant even if you're a fan of The Band, as they would eventually issue their tracks on expanded editions of their own records, which is where they belonged all along.

Which leaves us with 37 studio albums to consider, and we'll begin at the bottom:



37. Christmas in the Heart (October 2009) - He couldn't be serious. Could he? At least it was done for charity.


36. Down in the Groove (May 1988) - The mid-to-late 1980s were the absolute nadir of Dylan's career. At this juncture, Dylan had little in the way of new songs. He pulled a couple of rejects out of the drawer, recorded some random covers and collaborated with Grateful Dead lyricist Robert Hunter on a couple of bad new songs. He no longer even appeared to be trying.


35. Self Portrait (June 1970) - A notorious failure, that shocked and dismayed his audience the day it appeared. Its reputation has improved very little in the half-century since, despite the best efforts of The Bootleg Series to provide a more in-depth look at the project. It's still what it always was - a hodge-podge of random covers, with a few unremarkable live recordings mixed in.


34. Knocked Out Loaded (July 1986) - The title possibly reflects the circumstances of its creation. Dylan was lost artistically, drinking too much, and generally going through the motions. It does have "Brownsville Girl," his wild collaboration with Sam Shepherd, yet another of his weird shaggy dog tales. It's fun but it's not enough to justify the cost of admission.


33. Saved (June 1980) - If Dylan's first religious album confused his audience, this one positively alienated them. His God is still a nasty piece of work, and the songs just aren't there. It picks up briefly in the middle - the trio of "Solid Rock," "Pressing On", and "In the Garden" isn't terrible. But it's not all that good, either.


32. Under the Red Sky (September 1990) - A collection of insubstantial songs, the best of which was left over from the "Oh Mercy" sessions. It actually has a certain charm, but there's really nothing there. It's a little like "Nashville Skyline" in that regard, but even slighter.


31. Shadows in the Night (February 2015) - Yet another left turn, as Dylan records ten songs most closely associated with Frank Sinatra. He waited until he was past 70 years old and his voice had been destroyed by cigarettes, liquor, and a thousand concerts before undertaking this project. That said, his touring band handles the tunes beautifully and the wreck that is all that remains of Dylan's voice manages to negotiate these melodies with skill and sensitivity. I don't much care for the material, as I'm simply not that big a fan of the Great American Songbook.


30. Fallen Angels (May 2016) - And yet he persisted, with another collection of standards and one begins to suspect that he's just showing off. Yes, Bob. You know more about American popular music than anyone who has ever lived. The performances are filled with care and respect and I'm not sure that's always the best path for Dylan to take. But he clearly loves this music, and as always he intends to take ownership of it.


29. Triplicate (March 2017) - The third of Dylan's three albums plumbing the Great American Songbook was a three disc set containing no less than 30 standards. It's actually the best of the three, as Dylan and his band had grown more and more comfortable performing these types of songs.


28. Shot of Love (August 1981) - Dylan's third religious album is noteworthy mostly for its cover, which is one of the dumbest and ugliest album covers ever produced. It's redeemed, slightly, by its closing cut where the artist finally makes some actual art out of his religious preoccupations with the shimmering, gorgeous "Every Grain of Sand." And surprise, surprise - he's mixed in a couple of secular songs. We didn't know it at the time, but it turned out to be an indicator of things to come. His preaching days were just about done.


27. Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid (July 1973) - By 1973, Dylan was very much at loose ends. He hadn't performed anywhere for years, and he wasn't writing either. He'd actually dropped a one-off single that began "What's the matter with me? I don't have much to say." He'd grown bored with Woodstock, and moved his family back to the Village in Manhattan. That was a disaster - people wouldn't leave him alone - so they lit out again, this time for California. He took a bit part in a Sam Peckinpaugh movie and agreed to provide a soundtrack. The soundtrack isn't much - it's hardly an album at all, just a few guys loosely jamming on the back porch. Dylan barely managed to come up with two fragmentary songs for the project. But one of those songs is "Knockin' On Heaven's Door." Just when you think he's toast...


26. New Morning (October 1970) - Dylan briefly overcame a crippling case of writer's block under the impetus of a planned project with the poet Archibald MacLeish and the pressing need to get the taste of "Self-Portrait" out of everyone's mind. That's the only reason this collection of a dozen fairly slight songs received the hosannas it did upon arrival. He also unveiled yet another vocal approach, one that somehow combines all the various vocal approaches he had tried out over his first decade as a recording artist, and this would sustain him for most of the next fifteen years. Most of the songs are piano-based, which was new - eventually, of course, Dylan would seem to stop playing guitar entirely and only play piano on stage. It does have a couple of winners, namely "Sign on the Window" and "Went To See the Gypsy" and he at least sounds like he's trying a little harder.


25. Nashville Skyline (April 1969) - This does include three significant new songs "Lay Lady Lay," "I Threw It All Away," and "Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You," although its mostly noteworthy for the introduction of yet another new Dylan voice. This one is a deep and weirdly affected croon that sounded like a completely different human than the one who had wailed and howled across the world just three years earlier. He claimed at the time that he sounded different because he'd quit smoking. Sure, Bob. He does a duet with Johnny Cash which doesn't work because the two men simply don't sing well together, however much they admired each other. And the other songs are so slight they barely exist. Rather like the album itself, which is so slight - less than 30 minutes - as to be almost inconsequential. What it truly signifies is the beginning of a writer's block that would persist for more than five years. 


24. Slow Train Coming (August 1979) - The first of Dylan's three explicitly Christian albums, recorded in Muscle Shoals with Jerry Wexler at the controls and Mark Knopfler leading the great Muscle Shoals players. It sounds just as great as you would expect. The artist is in good voice and the band is outstanding. The trouble is in the songs themselves. The problem isn't that these are all religious songs - the problem is that Dylan's religion was so unattractive. His God is the vengeful prick of the Old Testament, and these are generally nasty, intolerant songs that hector and bully the listener. "Precious Angel" almost rises above this unpleasantness and two other songs actually do - "I Believe In You" and "When He Returns," both of which are carried by two of the greatest vocal performances of the man's long career.


23. Empire Burlesque (June 1985) - Dylan tried to make a contemporary modern record, with a real producer and everything. Unfortunately, he didn't really have any songs worth recording. The best tracks work as sort of "faux-Dylan" - that is, they sound like pretty decent Dylan imitations. The one exception is the one that closes the album, the striking "Dark Eyes", written and recorded at the end of the sessions. Yet one more time, we would see that even when Dylan's lost and stumbling in the dark, he can still jump up and remind you just what he's capable of doing.


22. Infidels (October 1983) - This was greeted with an enormous sigh of relief on on its arrival - he's not singing about Jesus anymore, thank Christ - and it came with a remarkable video made to accompany its leadoff track, the enigmatic "Jokerman." Dylan and producer Mark Knopfler worked long and hard on this, but in the end the artist took over and made a series of very strange decisions. He cut the wild rant "Foot of Pride" and the powerful "Lord Protect My Child" while including the deeply stupid "Neighbourhood Bully." It turned out that he'd left a far superior take of "Jokerman" in the bin for a more cautious, bloodless version. And most stunning of all, he'd also left off a song called "Blind Willie McTell," which is merely one of the greatest compositions in the long career of one of the greatest songwriters who has ever lived, as the world would discover when it finally appeared almost a decade later in the first installment of The Bootleg Series. Dylan would shrug and say they didn't have a good take, and it's true that on the best known version Dylan's piano work is a little uncertain and Knopfler is just doodling along on 12-string, learning the song. But Dylan sang the hell out of it - he has seldom sung better - and of course the song itself is good enough to justify a man's entire career. Just baffling.


21. Street Legal (June 1978) - A weird, frustrating record. The two long tracks that bookend the record - "Changing of the Guards" and "Where Are You Tonight" - are superb, wild passionate tracks full of heat and madness. Unfortunately, and like the rest of the album, they're marred by the extremely slip-shod nature of the recording and the artist's sudden fondness for backup female vocalists who hadn't quite been integrated into his musical approach. The whole record sounds tinny and cheap, somehow. And the rest of the songs are extremely minor, and one - the egregious "Is Your Love in Vain" - is positively offensive in its badness.



20. Desire (January 1976) - By the summer of 1975, Dylan was in the mood for some chaos. He set up shop in Greenwich Village, establishing connections with old cronies and some new faces - Scarlet Rivera, a violinist he saw walking down the street, local musicians like Rob Stoner that he saw performing in bars. He started writing in collaboration for the first time in his career, working with the theater director Jacques Levy (who had previously worked with Roger McGuinn of the Byrds.) Dylan began to form the notion of assembling a kind of travelling gypsy caravan that would go from town to town playing shows. (The fact that Rivera looked like a gypsy may have been part of her appeal.) This would become the weird and legendary Rolling Thunder Revue, and Desire was the album they made while he was pulling it all together. It has its moments - the breezy "Mozambique" and "One More Cup of Coffee" are fine and the bent narrative of "Isis" is better than that. But each side begins with a long topical song, one of which - "Hurricane" - is pretty good, even if it plays a little fast and loose with the facts of the case. However the interminable "Joey" attempts to elevate a recently slain Mafia thug into a kind of Billy the Kid type of hero. It is simply appalling. Billy the Kid was also a psycho killer, but at least he's been dead for a century. He can be more safely mythologized. The memory of the lunatic Gallo was far too fresh to attempt something similar. And the record closes with a song directly addressed to his wife Sara, cut with her in the studio listening to him record it. It actually refers directly to songs Dylan had written earlier in his life, and his new song to his wife flat-out lies about the circumstances of their creation. What a thing to do. What must she have thought?


19. Bob Dylan (March 1962) - Dylan was just 20 years old when he recorded his debut, less than a year after arriving in New York. This first album actually does suggest how he was able to somehow leapfrog past everyone in the town's burgeoning folk scene. He didn't do it with his writing. His debut only contains two of his own compositions, and only "Song to Woody" is still noted at all, and mostly as an acknowledgement of influence, a debt paid. What so impressed everyone about the young Dylan was how he sang. He didn't approach traditional folk music as an outsider, as someone giving due reverence to an honoured tradition. He sang those old songs like he owned them, like they were real to him, as if he had the right and the authority and the supreme self-confidence to sing them. Which is a rare gift indeed, one possessed by only the very greatest rock singers - Lennon and McCartney both had it, Elvis had it - but Mick Jagger never did. Jagger's a pretty great singer himself, but when he sings a Muddy Waters classic he's a man paying homage to a tradition. He doesn't presume to take possession of it. Dylan presumed.


18. Together Through Life (April 2009) - This reminds me, oddly enough, of Black and Blue by the Rolling Stones. It's got the same ramshackle charm. No, the songs don't amount to too much, but it's just fun to hear these guys making music together. The guys are Dylan's ace touring band supplemented by Mike Campbell and David Hidalgo. It's very minor, but quite enjoyable.


17. Another Side of Bob Dylan (August 1964) - The rebellion begins here. Dylan's topical songs had earned him an audience, but that audience - the tastemakers of the early 1960s folk scene - thought the artist belonged to them. They thought he was there to do their bidding and write the songs they wanted written. But Dylan always answered to no one but himself and anyway he regarded himself as an artist rather than a journalist. This collection, recorded in a single night fuelled by several bottles of wine, left the topical songs behind for matters of intense interest to the artist alone. The thing is, for the most part it's not really a great bunch of songs. In particular, the interminable "Ballad in Plain D" which closes the album is a piece of petty and vengeful score settling completely unworthy of the artist (who has had the good grace to admit to being embarrassed by it in retrospect.) But the Byrds did fine covers of two of the songs, "To Ramona" is a winner, and just as "My Back Pages" says goodbye to all that, "Chimes of Freedom" kicks open the door to his future.


16. Planet Waves (January 1974) - This album was a huge event when it appeared - ten new Bob Dylan songs! At last! And he recorded them with The Band, who had supported him on his legendary 1966 shows and worked with him on the equally legendary (but still unreleased) Basement Tapes, but who had never recorded with him. And he'd left Columbia after all these years to record for David Geffen. And they were all going to go out on tour immediately afterwards. It was all a very big deal. It would have been hard for the record to live up to this much hype, and let's be clear - it didn't. Dylan and the Band sound great but the songs just don't amount to much, being mostly random and generic odes to domesticity. There are, as usual, a couple of  exceptions: the spooky "Going Going Gone" and the fun romp "Tough Mama" put the Band to good use, and the harrowing "Dirge" is one of the bleakest entries in the man's catalogue.


15. Oh Mercy (September 1989) - Dylan's memoir is a wonderful book, magnificently written and full of sharp insights about the world as he experienced it and the artists that moved him. However - as a piece of history, and especially as a piece of autobiography, it is completely unreliable. This is because Bob Dylan would never, never tell the truth about himself if he had a better story he could tell instead. It wouldn't even occur to him. He does have a story to tell about this record. He claims to have suffered a serious hand injury, which prevented him from playing music. He didn't know if he could write anymore. But he woke up one night, wrote some lyrics and stashed them in a drawer. This went on for a while until he had enough to make a bunch of songs. He claims to have had no idea how to proceed. But Bono suggested over dinner that he hook up with Daniel Lanois to make a record. So he did. Oh Mercy was what they came up with. It  was hailed a return to form, in much the same way and for most of the same reasons New Morning had been similarly received almost twenty years before. Once again, it looked pretty good compared with what the artist had been producing in the years immediately preceding. It's by no means a bad record although once again, Dylan made some baffling choices as to what went on and what got left off. This would have been a much better album had it included "Series of Dreams" and "Born in Time." And all the years of abusing his voice was beginning to take a toll. Unlike, say, Mick Jagger, Dylan had never done anything to take care of his voice, his live approach had always alternated between a fierce bellow and a raucous wail, always at the top of his lungs, and he'd played a lot of arenas and stadiums over the previous decade. It's right about now that you can hear his vocal powers beginning to shrink.


14. Modern Times (August 2006) - He's got a lot of nerve to put in copyright claims on such ancient blues tunes as "Rollin' and Tumblin" and "Someday Baby," two songs I first heard fifty years ago. I suppose if they're in the public domain he can get away with it as long as he's inventing a few new verses, which seems to be his usual method. In retrospect, a song like "When Your Deal Goes Down" shows his growing interest in the Great American Songbook, something that would occupy much of his next decade. The second half of this unhurried collection (the shortest song runs 4:56) is especially strong, with "Workingman's Blues #2," the exquisite "Nettie Moore," and the ominous "Ain't Talkin'" which actually begins with an invocation of the famous piano lick from "Ballad of a Thin Man."


13. The Times They Are a-Changin' (January 1964) - Dylan dove even deeper into topical songs on his third album, and one reason this collection works is because he turned out to be really, really good at it. The eminently quotable title track is simply a very good song and the ballad of the family annihilator "Hollis Brown" is terrifying. "The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll" and "With God on Our Side" point fingers at their targets with style and substance. Everything works but the awkward "Only a Pawn in Their Game" - but interestingly enough, the very best songs aren't topical songs at all, as great as those ones are. The real highlights are  "One Too Many Mornings," "When the Ship Comes in" and especially the sublime "Boots of Spanish Leather." And the artist surely noticed this as well. Throughout his career, Dylan has either been completely stuck in the mud - or he's been moving too fast for anyone to keep up. Over the next few years, he would be an absolute blur.


12. Rough and Rowdy Ways (June 2020) - Having got the Great American Songbook out of his system, Dylan coughed up a collection of new songs a year before he turned 80 and a remarkable bunch of songs it is. Like any modern artist, he rolled it out by dropping single tracks as teasers and the first of these was a startling, stream of consciousness meditation running almost 17 minutes in length called "Murder Most Foul." It began with the JFK assassination and gradually transitioned into an endless plea for some cosmic DJ to play the music he wanted to hear, as the band noodled away in support. It sounds unlistenable yet it's utterly fascinating in its bizarre way. The rest is a little more conventional, exploring the usual latter-day Dylan modes - the braggadocio of "I Contain Multitudes," the bloody warning of "False Prophet," a blues romp or two ("Goodbye Jimmy Reed" and "Crossing the Rubicon") and yet another clutch of very weird, very spooky ballads.


11. Time Out of Mind (September 1997) - Between the time Dylan wrote and recorded these songs and the time he released them to the world, a strange thing happened. He very nearly died. Exposure to a fungus led to a case of pericarditis, a dangerous and painful heart infection. While this had no effect on the already recorded album, Dylan's brush with death had an enormous impact on how his next record was heard. It turned out the world was extremely disturbed by the thought of losing Dylan at the early age of 55. The record turned out to be a bleak, sprawling (the 11 tracks have the same running time as Blonde on Blonde) affair, obsessed with loss and mortality, and sounding like it emanated from some blasted post-apocalyptic landscape. The public absolutely ate it up. You never know. Well, this was surely in part because the world was remembering just how much it valued this artist but it was also on merit. This was Dylan's second collaboration with Daniel Lanois, whose production is extremely dense and murky - but that atmosphere generally suits this very strong batch of new songs. Yet again though, he made some very strange decisions as to which songs would be on the record. This is something we should all be used to by now but leaving off "Red River Shore" and "Marchin' to the City" while including "Make You Feel My Love" is just plain weird. Dylan hasn't worked with an outside producer since, taking personal charge of all his subsequent recordings. 


10. Tempest (September 2012) - Dylan thoughtfully put the two weakest tracks at the end of this lengthy (69 minutes) work. This made it easy to avoid his interminable (43 verses!) ballad about the Titanic and his lugubrious elegy for John Lennon (of all people.) What's left is an outstanding regular sized album. The fun starts with Dylan demonstrating he can do Western swing as well as any Bob Wills acolyte and from there he growls and snarls his way through rocking and vengeful blues tunes on the one hand - he'll pay in blood, but not his own - and spooky and disturbing ballads on the other. 


9. World Gone Wrong (October 1993) - The second volume of his early 90s jaunt through traditional songs, a project that worked as kind of cleansing of the musical palette and a reconnection with the sources of his own music. The two records are of a piece, so which one you prefer depends entirely on which songs you happen to like best. They were made with far more care than Dylan normally expends on the recording process. He may not have bothered to change his guitar strings and he didn't worry all too much about the quality of the recording. But he repeatedly tried out the songs in different keys and tempos before settling on the approaches that worked for him. Both records also demonstrate that he's a far more adept guitar player than he's usually given credit for being. World Gone Wrong also includes Dylan's own liner notes, the first time he'd done that in a quarter of a century. They're certainly playful even if they don't have the wild surrealistic flavour of old, and they're also genuinely informative.


8. Good as I Been to You (October 1992) - At the end of the 1980s, Dylan had begun to reinvent himself as a live performer, but he had also run into yet another of his lengthy bouts of writer's block. So he made two albums in his garage, just him and his guitar, singing some of the oldest traditional songs he knew. It's a familiar pattern. When this particular artist loses his way, he returns to the sources from which his music springs. No one knows more about American popular music than Bob Dylan, no one feels so deeply and so personally the roots from which all the branches of American popular music have grown. It's how he renews himself, and it's how he asserts himself as an artist, by playing music he knows he has a kind of ownership of. These two albums happen to accord with what is probably the general image of Bob Dylan - the solo troubadour, alone on a stage with his acoustic guitar. The image is a complete illusion, of course. That's just not who Bob Dylan is, and it's not how he normally makes music. The received image reflects what was actually a fairly brief moment in a long career, something that happened more than half a century ago. Dylan hasn't performed without a band since 1966, and while he has been performing non-stop for more than thirty years now, he stopped playing guitar on stage almost twenty years ago. But the old image endures, and this record lives up to it. 


7. The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan (May 1963) - Dylan had begun as a singer, and on his second record he became a songwriter. And the songs he was making - well, folks, this is where the legend begins. It begins with "Blowin' in the Wind," the nine rhetorical questions which first made him famous as a songwriter. There's "Girl From the North Country" which turns an ancient English ballad into something modern. There's "Masters of War," which still shocks with its cold-blooded vehemence and rage. There's "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right," a great kiss-off, another instant classic. And there's "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall," which has enough memorable lines and ideas for a dozen songs. He was 21 years old when he did this. The mind still boggles at how he got this good this fast. He was still working within the folk tradition but the American folk tradition owes far more than it likes to acknowledge to the British folk tradition. As it happened young Dylan had visited England while preparing the songs for his second album, met many of the local folk players, and as always he soaked up everything he learned. He had developed a compositional method of taking the melodies of traditional folk ballads and using them as settings for his own lyrics, and several of the most famous songs on this record - "Masters of War," "Girl from the North Country" "Hard Rain" are based on British models that he heard during his visit. 


6. John Wesley Harding (December 1967) - This strange record - 12 acoustic songs recorded with minimal backup - arrived fully 18 months after Blonde on Blonde, which was rather like an eternity in the popular music world of the day. It was also a record completely out of sync with its time, which may have been the point. Between Dylan's albums, the Beatles had released both Revolver and Sgt. Pepper - the latter in particular had caught the zeitgeist like no pop record has ever done, before or since. It had raised the bar on what popular music could represent and also on what it was possible to achieve with the resources of the modern recording studio. Even the Rolling Stones attempted to follow in that vein. Dylan, of course, had sat out the whole moment, missing in action. He was largely holed up in Woodstock with his growing family. He was hanging with his buddies in The Band, reviewing the history of American folk music and trying out a clutch of freshly written songs in the Big Pink basement. Their legend notwithstanding, in the end almost all of these songs never would be recorded and released by Dylan. He seems to have quickly forgotten most of them, having only ever played a couple of them in concert over the years. When he finally returned to the studio it was with yet another new batch of songs, almost all of which were made from three short verses without a chorus. He has claimed that he wrote them out like poems first, and set them to music later, but everything Dylan has ever said about himself and his work needs to be taken with a large grain of salt. (He has also described the composition of the title track, for example, as a completely different type of process.)  The wild imagery of his previous work had been stripped away and the metaphors and images are tightly polished, precise and hard as diamonds. It's truly remarkable work - he may in fact have never written a better collection of lyrics.


5. Bringing It All Back Home (March 1965) - Dylan's first record with backing musicians is a bit of a cautious, dip-the-foot-in-the-water way of stepping forward into the future. The electric stuff is all confined to side one of the vinyl, and the backup is just that - backup. He hasn't really begun to explore the possibilities afforded him by a band. None of which matters in the long run, because the record is a stone masterpiece anyway. The side of long acoustic songs begins with the brilliant hallucination of "Mr Tambourine Man" and closes with the searing renunciation of "It's All Over Now Baby Blue." Which is itself preceded by the stunning "It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding" which can only be heard, not described. No songwriter had ever written like this before, and no one has since. On the electric side, the generic blues songs "On the Road Again" and "Outlaw Blues" are played for laughs, as is "Bob Dylan's 115th Dream", yet another shaggy dog story from an artist who just loves himself a shaggy dog story. The rest of the first side still amazes - the two exquisite love songs, the blues romp of "Maggie's Farm." And on the opening cut - "Subterranean Homesick Blues" - the man basically invents rap. He was still just 23 years old.


4. "Love and Theft" (September 2001) - Released into the world on the same day the towers fell in New York, this turned out to be a rather unexpected masterwork from an artist who'd just marked his 60th birthday. Dylan finally took over production duties himself, going for the sound of half a dozen people playing together in a room. It suits him. For the first time, he recorded with his touring band, a group of skilled and sympathetic players intimately familiar with their leader's unpredictable ways. Highlights are the furious and frightening "High Water" (even more furious in concert), the gorgeous "Sugar Baby" and the jaunty "Po' Boy." Best of all, he finally let the world hear the wondrous "Mississippi," which is merely one of Bob Dylan's best songs ever. He had originally recorded it multiple times for "Time Out of Mind" but somehow left it off that record.


3. Highway 61 Revisited (August 1965) - By the summer of 1965, the rock band had been fully integrated into Dylan's music and appears on every song except the epic closer, "Desolation Row", which begins with an image of a postcard commemorating a lynching in Dylan's hometown - the postcard exists, by the way - and proceeds from there through an absolute nightmare vision of madness and futility. The two weakest cuts are the two generic blues tunes, "Buick Six" and "Tombstone Blues" - and they're both just fabulous, especially the latter with Mike Bloomfield spinning off wild guitar leads as Dylan delivers his demented and surreal tale. The rest of the album is ridiculously great, from the spooky nightmare of "Ballad of Thin Man" to the twisted travelogue of "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues." The album is actually sequenced in the order the songs were recorded, so it kicks off with with the pistol shot of "Like a Rolling Stone" about which little needs to be said, once you've acknowledged it as one of the greatest songs of all time, one that shattered every norm that had ever been held about popular music. If his previous album had seen him put his foot in the rock'n'roll water, with this one he dove right in and nothing, absolutely nothing, was ever the same again.


2. Blood on the Tracks (January 1975) - Completely out of the blue, after the minor songs of Planet Waves and an arena tour singing his greatest hits, Dylan dropped an absolute masterpiece. The songs were written in the summer of 1974 at his farm in Minnesota, where he was spending time with a new girlfriend as his marriage began to show signs of cracking under a number of strains (a new girlfriend being just one of them). Dylan was also recovering from the intense and strange experience of his massively successful tour with The Band in the first few months of the year. While getting out on the road and playing shows may have got his creative juices flowing once more, it wasn't all that good for his family life. It's unclear whether he'd been kicked out of the house or was merely taking a summer vacation. But Dylan on the road had always been a saga of drink, drugs, and women; his jaunt with The Band was no exception. This record has always been regarded as Dylan's divorce album, which is something Dylan himself has always strongly denied. He actually claims they're based on Chekhov's short stories. Oh really? But I'm actually with Bob on this one. First of all, the man has never, ever been a confessional songwriter. It's just not what he does. And face it - Bob Dylan wouldn't even dream of telling the truth about himself and his life, not for its own sake, not because he regards it as a truth worth telling. The only truths he has ever cared about are artistic truths. Plus his marriage wasn't quite over - it still had some years to run -  and most of the songs seem to be about other things anyway. Seriously, if you think "Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts" has anything to do with its author's life, there's just no help for you. The original version of the album was recorded in New York in the fall of 1974 and it gets to be a little too much of the same thing. On his brother's advice (!), Dylan wisely recut half the tracks in Minnesota over his Christmas holiday, which sharpened things up considerably. Every last track is a winner, and some are simply staggering in their greatness: the furious rant of "Idiot Wind", the wild and slippery "Tangled Up in Blue," the jaunty "You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome." And "If You See Her, Say Hello" cuts about as deep as a song can cut.


1. Blonde on Blonde (June 1966) - Oh all right. You can put the top three in any order you like. Still,  to my mind this is one of the three or four greatest albums ever made, by anyone, ever. Which is something everyone already knows, I suppose. Recorded mostly in Nashville with a crew of that city's brilliant session players, it unveiled a new Dylan voice - this one was an off-kilter slightly stoned croon - to go along with the familiar wail. There are a few generic blues tunes - come on, it wouldn't be a Dylan album without a few generic blues tunes - but they work just fine. Dylan had learned just as much from the Beatles as they had learned from him and this is the record where you can hear what he learned. It's easily the most sophisticated songwriting of his career, a remarkable step forward for a writer who'd been strictly a Verse-Chorus guy up to this point. The highlights are stunning: the amphetamine-fuelled fever dream that is "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands", the delicate pop masterpiece of "I Want You," the bitter and precise "Just Like a Woman." All of which take a back step and bow humbly before the astonishing "Visions of Johanna," which after all these years remains about as good as music ever gets.