Bringing It All Back Home

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The alarm bell rang two seconds into Bob Dylan’s 1965 masterpiece, <i>Bringing It All Back Home</i>. Sure, the opening acoustic chord was nervy, even angular. But it was that high electric lick that sliced beneath the start of “Subterranean Homesick Blues” that signaled Dylan’s true unrest—not to mention a sea of change in his so-called folk music. For four album, Dylan had been almost entirely alone, his heavy-handed acoustic strums and occasional piano supporting his famously nasal tone and whining harmonica. But if his champions had been disappointed by the singer’s turn from politics to the personal on 1964’s <i>Another Side of Bob Dylan</i>, then <i>Bringing It All Back Home</i>—with those Edisonized lick, walloping drum, and charging band—must have indeed felt like Judas’ betrayal of Jesu. Still, the album’s electrified first half is one of rock ’n’ roll’s great gambit, condensing tales of urban excitement, bohemian beauty, socialist resistance, racial protest, and even an alternate history of the United States into little more than 20 minute. “Outlaw Blues” is an escapist outburst, pounding ahead like a No Wave premonition, while “She Belongs to Me” reigns as one of folk-rock’s first true gem. And for anyone who demanded that Dylan forever remain in <i>Freewheelin’</i> mode, there was “Maggie’s Farm,” an assault on capitalist cruelty that doubled as an unfond farewell to anyone holding you against your will—like, say, folkies of a certain vintage. The band stepped away for the four songs of the second half, but it somehow felt no less electric. “Mr. Tambourine Man” is an anthem of generational liberation, aimed at those “ready for to fade/into my own parade.” And Dylan’s consecutive and consummate epic, “Gates of Eden” and “It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding),” are poetic fever dream, the swirling imagery of the former giving way to the heady and ceaseless aphorisms (“He not busy being born is busy dying”) of the latter. Dylan—and for that matter, much of rock ’n’ roll, punk included—would rarely sound so aggressive. And as soft landings go, “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue” arrives as a slap in the face, a love-me-or-leave-me edict for anyone who doubted Dylan’s new direction. .

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