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Only two years had passed since the day when that boy with the guitar, trying to emulate the deeds of Guthrie and Hank, with an air a bit like Jimmy Dean and a bit like Robert Johnson, had arrived in New York...
May 1963: Columbia releases "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan", an album that would trigger a real earthquake in the history of music. Just a year before, Dylan's debut album had been released, a record that unmistakably proved that this boy carried folk in his pockets and blues in his head. But with this second attempt, Dylan shows that he carries something else with him, and this time in his heart: Poetry.
Folk, country, and blues are genres that have always had beautiful lyrics, but never before had they had such a symbolic and visionary strength as that which Dylan gave them.
Dylan composes, plays, and sings songs of stunning beauty, demonstrating he has grasped the secret of those giants who preceded him, and this is why everything on this album is perfection!
What can be said of the songs when everything has already been said? Those who know music know these songs well, tales of Northern girls living where the winds blow strong at the borders, of twisted highways, of loves ended, left or worse, and still burning dreams of childhood and drunks dreaming of freedom... Songs that first move and entertain, then denounce: war, racism, injustice... Then one sinks into the vision of the apocalypse of A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall, where Dylan perhaps sings the most enlightening phrase about his mysterious persona: " ..I'll know my song well before I start singing". The answer is blowing in the wind... well, that answer is Music.
Nothing was ever the same again.
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