The calm after the storm... settle in and let yourself be pampered by the everyday warmth of family life...
And that's exactly what Mr. Dylan did after going through his "Season in Hell" (as Rimbaud wrote) amid excesses, protests, and his inevitable "the fall"...
Bob had the time to rediscover himself with the Bible and dust off vocal nuances he hadn't used since the Minneapolis days thanks to his Nashville Skyline Country...
But afterward, something broke... perhaps the call of the "on the road" or perhaps the realization of no longer being seen as the conscience of a people led Bobby to slowly drift away from his true love, and bow his head to write more emotionally impactful lyrics...
Lost love... that's indeed the main theme of this wonderful album, the brightest gem of the 70s Dylan era...
The album opens with the confession "Tangled up in blue"... a river in flood... a mass of icy water carrying past memories... a lost love... and a 14th century Italian poet who seems to implicitly recount this story.... It continues with "Simple twist of fate", a melancholic confidence... like a furtive glance out of a hotel window in solitude for too long....
"You are a big girl now" seems almost like the realization that what once belonged to him is now gone... it has grown up... and the poet remains to sing his odes in the rain... and continues with a j'accuse, a bitter verdict with "Idiot wind"
After a glimmer of light with "You’re gonna make me lonesome when you go" and "Meet in the morning" a blues that feels almost like a lament of suffering, the album finally arrives at the epic "Lily Rosemary and the Jack of Heart", an atypical love story indirectly inspired by a Greek tragedy.... Continuing this confession of a lover, we arrive at "If you see her say hello" a clear invitation to return, a self-convincing that things can still be fixed....
But the gem arrives right now with "Shelter from the storm" a picture depicting a sacred image that offers protection to a weak one...
The album closes with "Buckets of rain", a folk tune where our Dylan almost melancholically chats with his love while watching the sunset... In short, a tortured, splendid, and incomparable album...
"Bob Dylan is the greatest and this is his best album. Consequently, this is the greatest album in the history of music."
"‘Blood on the Tracks’ is ultimately a kaleidoscopic reflection of love and loss in ten moments."
The stunning and impetuous lyricism of this album shakes, stirs, and deeply moves the human soul.
"Blood On The Tracks" is undoubtedly a turning point album where Dylan confronts his intimate problems with unparalleled emotional power.
The answer is 'Blood On The Tracks,' where the blood covering the notes and verses is no longer that of the social struggle, but the songwriter himself, and our own blood as well.
Bob Dylan... is forced to unveil his raw truth. It’s amazing to observe the various devices used to accomplish this sublime and intimate confession.
"Bitter and embittered Dylan, harmonica stitching the cuts, word chef like serpents, definitive and clarifying sound shifts into gear and gets drunk on its own."
"After 'Tangled Up In Blue,' 'Simple Twist Of Fate,' 'You're A Big Girl Now,' and of course 'Idiot Wind,' I let out a burp of satisfaction. I didn't need anything else."
The acoustic guitar lines in this album, in my opinion, are the best of Bob's career.
"Meet Me in the Morning" is one of Bob’s best blues songs, a desperate cry of rage and despair.