"Maybe because Monna Lisa has the highway blues
when the rain is a storm in Louise's hands
and covers the radiator coughs with dew
And the apartments in front
blinking lights
and suspicions of love
Spits of transistor radios
the Visions of Johanna
And lover's fevers
the girls of line D
Escapes with a taste of mascara
in the blind man's buff
of soap bubble loves"
With "Blonde on Blonde" Dylan becomes a fire thief and ignites the arid prairies of poetry, until now relegated to paper and academia.
Nothing will be the same again.
The Rimbaud of the '60s will definitively break the chains of his time to explode the big bang that originated the music (read culture) that we listen to today (read live).
The beat Rimbaud who, immediately after the next album, will immerse himself in an irremediable African darkness within which he will try to forget himself and be forgotten.
Poetry and only poetry. Art and only art.
Whether it is the pyramidal, underground, hallucinatory, epochal, painful, dazzling, heart-wrenching, unbearable, and poignant one of "Vision of Johanna" or "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands", it makes no difference.
Words become voice, thoughts, harmonica, landscapes, silences and aftertastes, metropolises, smoke and Al Kooper's keyboards in a sound/world that will have no equals except, perhaps, in Zappa's Freak Out.
An essential album to understand who we are and where we come from.
In 'Blonde on Blonde,' blues, country, rock, and folk are astonishingly blended: bizarre, absurd, visionary, passionate, poetic, and romantic lyrics blend with a new sound... richer and more complex than anything Dylan had done before.
Many at the time considered his 'electric turn' a 'betrayal,' a 'retreat' from the battlefield, but Dylan just wanted to do something new, something different.
"Blonde on Blonde is a monumental work combining multiple genres into a single, innovative sound still relevant today."
"It is from this awareness, that redemption is born: the redemption of doing only and exactly what he wanted, regardless of everything and everyone."
'Blonde on Blonde' is the first true work of art of rock.
'Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowland'... one of the highest peaks of rock music.
If Christ were alive today, he would play the harmonica, the perfect image of a hobo; he would have a crumbled, rough, even messy voice if you like. But it would be as seductive as few.
'Blonde on Blonde,' the destination Highway 61 leads to.
The well of that grating and iron voice…a voice that’s beautiful because it’s ugly and ugly because it’s beautiful.
Blonde on Blonde isn’t necessarily the most beautiful, but it’s the one closing the circle, and it’s the most visionary.