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#1212: Bob Dylan – Simple Twist of Fate

Bob Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks is the one album of his that has stuck with me for the longest time. I’ve heard a bunch of other Dylan LPs and like a bunch of the songs from them. But front to back, it’s always been Blood… for me. I remember it fully clicking when I was back in university. Second year, for me 2014/15, and it was during that time that the album had been out and about for 40 years – gonna be 50 in a few weeks – and I was a nerd about album anniversaries and that kind of thing. So I was alone in my room, listened through it for what was the second time in my life, and there it was. Was like hearing it in a new light. Alone in a room is the ideal setting for listening to it. And I could add it to the collection of sad albums in my mental space that I seemed to resonate with a lot.

‘Simple Twist of Fate’ is the second song on there. Opener ‘Tangled Up in Blue’ gets things off to a lively start. You wouldn’t be wrong to assume that at least the next one would carry on in the same manner. It does not. Instead, ‘Simple Twist…’ arrives as the solemn, reflective follow-up – still with a bit of a swing to it – with six verses detailing a gradual breakup between two people, seemingly unrelated to Dylan as he sings about them in third person, until he takes it into the first for the final verse where you realise he was singing about his own situation the whole time. Each verse depicts a different stage in the relationship captured. So evocative with the language Dylan incorporates, I think it would be difficult for any listener to be unable to picture their own scenes of what’s happening in their heads. And the simple twist of fate of the title is the one thing that weaves all of these stages together.

The chord progression throughout the song remains the same throughout its duration, so while Dylan’s acoustic guitar stays true to it, the bass guitar played by session musician Tony Brown is allowed to skip a few octaves and play around on the scales. Dylan’s vocal take is notable too, in that for the first few lines of each verse, he delivers his words very simply – there’s maybe a two note melody he utilises when doing so – before suddenly singing phrases that end with a howling wail for their penultimate lines and mentioning the song title in the final ones. Think those wails are meant to symbolize something. A kind of pain or yearning, I’d guess? The singing style is actually very similar to how he approaches the track that comes after ‘Simple Twist…’ on the album. That’s for another day. I imagine this track could be quite the brutal listen, especially if you’re feeling lovelorn or recovering from a past relationship. But then again, it’s good to hear a piece of music that somehow manages to put into words the things you couldn’t. Makes you feel you’re not so alone.

#823: Bob Dylan – Meet Me in the Morning

Bob Dylan does the blues on ‘Meet Me in the Morning’. The sixth number on Blood on the Tracks, the break-up album of all break-up albums (I think I read that somewhere), is in a standard AABA form that you’ll hear almost every other blues song. But it gets my head nodding every time that rhythm section kicks in. On the track, Dylan howls for his love to come back to him. He wishes to meet her at the intersection of 56th and Wabasha, gives all these poetic and wild examples of the things he’s done to prove that he’s earned her love. By the end, it seems he’s been waiting all day for her to arrive. Safe to say she doesn’t show. Guess he’s left in some pain; the way he sings the track symbolises that, I think.

It’s just that groove, man. There’s a lot of oomph behind that kick drum and the overall rhythm, but there’s also a stiffness to the delivery. It’s all hi-hat, open hi-hat and snare. Never a slam on the ride or crash cymbals. I guess this allows the different guitars and Dylan’s vocal to take over the soundscape. It’s been said that Dylan doesn’t have the greatest singing voice, but I can’t think of another track of his where he tries his hardest than on here. He reaches notes that could really surprise some people who listen to this for the first time. Reaches those higher notes with his chest and giving it a lot of gusto.

It took me a while to properly get into this track. It’s the most recent from that album that I added to my list. That was a couple years back or so. When I really sat down and listened to the record all the way through one day, ‘Morning’ suddenly stood out to me. It carries on a run of 10/10 tracks beginning with the album’s opener. None of which were written in the happiest of times for the man. Definitely my favourite album of his though.

#609: Bob Dylan – Idiot Wind

It’s been a a few day since the last post. Well, almost two weeks. Sorry about that. I went on holiday to Berlin for a few days and spent the last week just getting myself together. Also, I knew that this song was coming up next and it’s quite a big one. I wasn’t sure how to approach writing about it. Still not too sure now so I’m stalling for time through this paragraph. Though as you can tell from the video above, the track is ‘Idiot Wind’ by Bob Dylan. For a very long time his songs weren’t available on YouTube so I’m very lucky that I can do this now.

Blood on the Tracks is the album on which ‘Idiot Wind’ can be found. Recorded in September and December of 1974 and released in January 1975, it is said to have been influenced by the personal turmoil Dylan was going through at the time – particularly the dissolution of marriage from his then-wife Sara Dylan. Dylan maintained that none of the songs were confessional in any way. Still, it is widely recognised as one of his best efforts and the archetypal “break-up” album.

‘Idiot Wind’ is the arguable emotional centerpiece of the whole album. (I’ve always thought that the album name was taken from lyrics in this song, that’s neither here nor there.) Within it is one of Dylan’s wildest vocal performances – shouting, wailing, groans, they’re all there. So vivid, I can picture him spitting all over the microphone with the way he delivers some words. He’ll drag out a syllable to make it rhyme with one that’s come before, he’ll stuff a whole line of words into a few seconds in time to the rhythm before leaping to a soaring yell. It’s very dynamic, and definitely the most engaging vocal take out of all the Dylan songs I’ve come to like. Every line is evocative and visually descriptive in their own ways though compared to his surreal and cryptic lyricism of the 60s, his words here (and throughout the album) are honest and sincere which makes this track all the more brutal to take.

Dylan’s voice really carries the song’s momentum, but it is also aided by this loud Hammond organ (also played by Bob) that pops in and out of the track at various points. You can hear it in your left ear. There’s something about that organ that makes everything seem so much more poignant when listening to the lyrics and music. Without that organ, it would be another acoustic-based performance on the album. That instrument takes it to another level.

The track is one of frustration, anger, and regret spread out for almost eight minutes in eight striking verses and its cathartic, biting chorus. It all seems to capture Bob at this sort of breaking point which makes for a real enthralling listen. It’s not so much a song as it is a journey. A bit melodramatic, that statement, but that’s just how I feel.

Below is another version of the song that was made during the album sessions. Whereas the official version emphasises the song’s anger, this version emphasises its sadness.