Nobody understood it, but the true greatness of this album lies in being a perfect alibi.
If any elderly Pinhead doesn't have to be ashamed of spending their free time strumming six strings to the beat of the Ramones, it's solely because of «Highway 61 Revisited».
Because if the know-it-all turns up and says to you «Hey, will you stop making all this racket? Do you realize you're forty and you can't keep wasting time like this? What, are you an idiot?», you give them a compassionate look, pull out the aforementioned vinyl from your collection, and, showing it to them, admonish them to show respect for the most absolute form of art that man has conceived in the twentieth century.
And after giving them one last contemptuous look, you turn the amplifier back on and start riffing again to the notes of «Blitzkrieg Bop»...
Hey ho, let's go.
PS: Maybe, to make them feel even more insignificant than they already are, you throw in a few lines of «Desolation Row»...
"Here a fully complete band appears full-time... and here a decisive, clear rock sound is definitively established."
"In another 40 years, this album will still not be forgotten."
"Like a rolling stone... a dangerous song... endless... one of those songs that seeps into your veins and leaves you frozen."
The album is "a clear confirmation that Mr. Dylan has completely changed musical direction, with Mike Bloomfield on lead guitar and Al Kooper on organ."