When I say “Dylan fan,” I primarily mean this Dylan, the mad, visionary, stream of consciousness, poetry-wielding Dylan; the spindly guy with the mercury mouth, spitting out strange, beautiful, extraordinary, lyrical rivers of words at a dizzying rate. The young rock and roller who over-stuffed his songs with lyrics and imagery so vivid and thought-provoking, no one else came close. A snappily-attired little dude in suits, black shades, fuzzy hair, with a stilted and cryptic manner. The Dylan of “Highway 61”, “Blonde on Blonde,” , Bringing it All Back Home, and the legendary “Judas” 1966 world tour.
The nearly out of control, walking on a razor’s edge Dylan. The one who looked like he was lost in an amphetamine-fueled dream, running at a jittery, hyper-speed because he was onto something new and strangely uncommon, and he had to get it down on paper, recorded to tape, before it burst into flame, or evaporated.
It is this Dylan, this voice, that I turn to when I hit bottom. It’s this Dylan that inspires me, and makes me laugh. He reminds me that a song can be art, and art can be everything. Alive. No rules, no boundaries. Listen to “Like a Rolling Stone,” “Desolation Row,” “Positively 4th Street,” “Visions of Johanna,” “Sad-Eyed Lady of the Low Lands,” “Mr. Tambourine Man,” “Just Like Tom Thumb Blues,” “Tombstone Blues,” “It Takes a Lot to Laugh, it Takes a Train to Cry,” etc. – thrilling, dazzling.
Like I said, this Dylan makes me laugh; his razor-sharp wit, his sarcasm, his toxic, acid-tongued delivery. His brilliance, his perfect biting sneer. Funny as hell. And his voice is just an extraordinary thing. It’s not beautiful. It’s expressive, powerful, cutting, leaves jagged edges. There are other Dylans I love: The Basement Noise Dylan, The Rolling Thunder Gypsy-Pirate Dylan, The Old Testament Prophet Dylan. But it’s this Dylan that always cuts to the quick. Gets to the essential. Every time. A fucking mad, visionary kick. Head-opening. Soul-deepening. I can listen today, and it’s all there. It is alive, right now. It’s worth it, every time. – Jammer