Bob Dylan unintentionally put a punctuation mark on perhaps
the greatest creative streak that any solo artist has had in the rock ‘n’ roll
era with Blonde on Blonde. There seemed no limit to his creative
productivity, so much so that this latest creation was released this month 50 years ago as a
double album—a first for the recording industry.
Blonde
on Blonde was the third studio album in only 14 months,
following Bringing It All Back Home and
Highway 61 Revisited, in which the
formerly acoustic Dylan used an electric guitar in pursuit of a "wild,
thin mercury" sound. The lyrics had evolved, too, away from the early
protest songs characteristic of so much folk music of the time to a more
personal, poetic, phantasmagoric, even perplexing style.
Although artists such as Peter, Paul and Mary and
the Byrds had already soared on the charts with Dylan-penned songs, Blonde on Blonde gave him more hits,
rendered in his own offbeat voice, than any of his albums to date, including “I
Want You,” “Just Like a Woman” and “Rainy Day Women #12 and 35.” For the
free-form FM rock music stations that would take off in a few years, several
other songs would also receive heavy airplay: “Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The
Memphis Blues Again,” “Visions of Johanna,” “Most Likely You Go Your Way (And
I'll Go Mine),” “Absolutely Sweet Marie,” and “Sad-Eyed Lady of The Lowlands.”
That summer, a motorcycle accident sidelined Dylan (a mystery-shrouded incident recounted in this prior post of mine).
When he emerged with another studio album, John
Wesley Harding, in 1968, it was as an artist more conscious of his
mortality, obligations as a family man, and the need to tone down expectations
of grandeur.
Not that Dylan hadn’t experienced a musical
metamorphosis before. It had just been easier to ferret out on Bringing It All Back Home, where the
acoustic songs were presented on one side and the electric ones on the
other. In contrast, Blonde on Blonde listeners
would be hard-pressed to determine which material was performed before Dylan
switched recording from Columbia Records’ Class A studio in New York down to
Nashville, where he could avail himself of veteran country musicians.
Among these players, Dylan felt comfortable enough
to experiment with his vocals. As George Starostin,
author of this post on the “Only Solitaire” blog, notes: “Bob sings here in a significantly lower register
than he'd used to before; and since so many of the songs are taken at
relatively slow tempos, this gives him the opportunity to draw out, twist,
mutilate, and make otherwise suffer as many syllables as he wishes to —
including that odd manner of adding a rising tone to everything that's stressed.”
Don McLean’s “American Pie” alludes to Dylan as “The Jester,” and perhaps on no
other LP (except as part of The Traveling Wilburys in the late 1980s) did Dylan
don this guise so insistently as on Blonde
on Blonde.
Over the years, other artists have offered stunning
recordings of songs from Blonde on Blonde—notably,
Richie Havens’ majestic “Just Like a Woman” and Cliff Eberhardt’s aching “I
Want You” from the 2001 A Nod to Bob tribute
album. But it would take live versions of a couple of others before I could
properly appreciate them—in particular, “Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll
Go Mine),” performed by Dylan with The Band on his 1974 tour (and released on
the resulting album, Before the Flood),
and “Absolutely Sweet Marie,” given a rollicking treatment by George Harrison
in Dylan’s 30th Anniversary Tribute concert.
While “Just Like a Woman” is often claimed to have been inspired by Dylan’s affair with model Edie Sedgwick (see the line "her fog, her amphetamines and her pearls"), three of the 14
songs on the album are widely believed to have been inspired by the woman who
became his first wife, Sara Lowndes: “I Want You,” “Visions of Johanna” and the
11-minute epic “Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” (so long that it was given an
entire side of its own). The breakup of their marriage also gave rise to what is
arguably the last consistently great Dylan album, Blood on the Tracks.
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