Retro Reviews: Bob Dylan: Blood on the Tracks

     I decided to launch a new series to imagine myself as a critic at the end of the 70s and start of the 80s, and to rectify certain reviews from Rolling Stone magazine and Creem. This not meant to be contrarian, but to offer a more balanced perspective. All the albums reviewed are indeed classic albums. 

Bob Dylan – Blood On The Tracks (1975)

****

Producers: Phil Ramone, Bob Dylan

Musicians: Bob Dylan, Chris Webber, Kevin Odegard, Eric Weissberg, Charles Brown, Buddy Cage, Peter Ostroushko, Gregg Inhofer, Thomas McFaul, Billy Peterson, Tony Brown, Bill Berg, Richard Crooks

Songs: Tangled Up in Blue, Simple Twist Of Fate, You’re a Big Girl Now, Idiot Wind, You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go, Meet Me In The Morning, Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts, If You See Her, Say Hello, Shelter From The Storm, Buckets Of Rain

Reviewed by Matthew Anthony Allair

    Over the past couple of years Bruce Springsteen has not only been compared to Dylan, but has been perceived as surpassing him. Yet Dylan’s new record may be nipping at the heels of Springsteen’s acclaim. Dylan’s last album, Planet Waves, brought back members of The Band, while also trying to update his approach, he dabbled with a new record label on Asylum, it was good, it was stripped down, but for some it felt slight. Bob has rejoined Columbia for this album, and has put out a record with a different set of priorities. Let’s start with the title. At first glance, one could look at it as a comment about a death on a rail train track, a murder or accident, but the real meaning is more the purging of one’s soul on this group of songs, these tracks. They appear to be far more personal that he has expressed as of late, and look to be explorations of failed relationship, hence, ‘the blood’. Those personal aspects on Waves felt like prelude, this feels like the next step after several stumbles at the start of the decade. While the album isn't perfect, it does flag at moments, this is a notable album. 

    There’s very little argument to be made about the album opener and single, “Tangled Up In Blue”, a narrative song about the search for an ideal female muse, whether he finds that muse is unanswered, but it’s one of the most gripping songs from the album. Half of the album was re-recorded apparently soon before release. Rumors are that Lester Bangs heard an early pressing and was dismissive. Even the final draft Bangs described this as a “Crying Towel” of breakups, and I can’t really agree with him.  The other thing that raises my hackles is the claim by Bangs that Dylan has betrayed his sixties legacy*, which isn’t true, but the attitude from Lester reminds me of “Judas” accusation in sixty-six at the Manchester Free Trade Hall. Or even the Pete Seeger and Newport incident from that year. There’s a sense of entitlement about Dylan from certain figures I find frustrating. Let’s be clear, no one owns Dylan, no subset, he is his own man and artist. He’s not obligated to anyone. 

    Dylan sounds like a man who is a little older and wiser, and meditating on the troubled waters with connecting with others. He has faced so much adulation that he has been given a permission to indulge for so many years, it sounds like it is taking a toll. The track “Simple Twist Of Fate” has a more developed sense of melody and chord changes that you don’t always hear from him, another more in depth tale of a woman and a missed connection. “You’re A Big Girl Now” is probably one of the most accessible ballads Dylan has written in many years. It has a slight Latin feel and modal sense, an appeal to his muse that he can change, but we aren’t really left for certain.  Nevertheless, the narrator is left pleading. The deeper you go into “Idiot Wind”, the more you realize how scathing it is, the scale of it is similar to “Like A Rolling Stone”, but this probably one of the most dismissive songs he has written about another. The more direct “You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome when You Go” is a welcome change, and the voice will remind some of his Nashville Skyline album.

    The blues folk of “Meet Me in the Morning” has some good lead guitar work, but otherwise is just kind of there, as much as it manages to be a slow burn, it’s just interesting. The ambitious “Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts” is a country romp that is musically repetitive, but the emphasis is on the lyrics, it just depends on if you are willing to go along for it’s journey. The other acoustic ballad “If You See Her, Say Hello” has the nice wash of the organ, and the occasional surprise with the changes. The song is the recognition in the relationship with the woman has changed and she’s moved on – there’s a sad resignation to it. “Shelter From The Storm” might have a certain curability as it’s quite accessible and relatable. Very stripped down with just his guitar. The track also seems to sum up the tone of the album. The closer “Buckets Of Rain” is another folk blues that acts as a coda. 

    Years ago, Dylan described himself as a ‘song and dance man’, and this album seems consistent with his philosophy, others read so much into him as a messianic philosopher, it was always out of proportion, and not realistic, and Bob had to move on from that legacy, he’s just another flawed man. Bob has denied that the album is autobiographical, but it’s difficult not to hear an emotional purge unfold, it feels awfully personal, and there is blood, sweat and tears in the grooves of the album. This album does feel more focused and I am pleased by the change. 

* Editor's note: That accusation of betrayal would make more sense in the 80s with albums like Infidels or Empire Burlesque but seems premature here in 75.