I underestimate the work of Dylan after his electric breakthrough: 1967, âJohn Wesley Hardingâ is released, an acoustic counterpart to the electric masterpiece âBlonde on Blondeâ. Not much appreciated: a step backward? Not at all! A step forward, a change, moving towards country, as rock was becoming tiresome.
It talks about the Bible, honest outlaws, masters and slaves, friends, the poor and vagrants, dreams and visions by Dylan as only Dylan can. An album is born, teetering between the pointless and the masterpiece, with a certain underlying unity. The guitar is often played with the capo on the fourth or fifth fret, a trick that gives a bright sound (annoying?), bass, drums, and harmonica, almost always in E and F, which are the two keys that reach the highest notes in blues harp, thus also bright (not annoying, finally Dylan shows he can handle the harmonica decently).
Great songs are not lacking, but this time no track exceeds five minutes, the average for Dylan, except âFrankie Lee and Judas Priestâ. Masterpieces: above all, the metaphorical and visionary âAll Along the Watchtowerâ, four chords that will never change, and are still the same today, a unique case in the twisted versions Dylan provides of his own songs. Jimi Hendrix made a memorable cover of it. Then âI Dreamed I Saw St. Augustineâ, âI Pity The Poor Immigrantâ and the wonderful âDear Landlordâ. These alone would have made any album great. There are also weaker tracks, like the title-track, âDown Along The Coveâ, âIâll Be Your Baby Tonightâ... but they are forgivable, the album holds together and almost never disappoints. Dylan's eighth album, fourth turnaround... and we're close to the much-debated âNashville Skylineâ.
On the morning of July 29, 1966, Bob Dylan died.
That voice is not his, it is different... It is Bobbyâs.