Blood on the Tracks
The last couple of evenings I've been listening to Bob Dylan - Blood on the Tracks on vinyl on repeat (manual repeat). I've had it for awhile but hadn't totally absorbed it like I have until recently.
I've been on a big Bob Dylan kick recently. Trying to get most of his albums on vinyl when I can. I have found a few good record stores around the west village. The other day I was in one on Bleecker Street called Slider records I think it was. It was packed with records, the guy said he's not able to sell them as fast as he used to. I was look ing for the Dylan records I didn't have yet. He showed me a copy of The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan. I had actually obtained it the previous weekend but he mentioned the album cover was taken on the same block we were on. I'm not too big on touristy kind of things, but it felt warm and inspiring to know that Dylan had walked those same streets.
My appreciation has grown for him more and more over the years. When I was young I used to think it was some weird man with a funny voice, I didn't understand it. Now I consider him one of the better artists of all time. Up there with the consistent accomplishments of someone like Picasso. Even if you don't care for their work, they deserve some kind of respect and admiration for how much they kept changing and challenging themselves while continuing to produce quality work.
I kind of prefer some of the later 60's and early 70's albums of his at present even though its all great. New Morning is probably near the top of the list. Blood on the Tracks is moving up quickly. It has an amazing feeling to it over all. Contemplative, warm, soothing, and personal.
