A little overlooked and a little maligned as being part of that period in Bobâs career (starting after the motorcycle incident) where he ended his streak of revolutionary albums (that had his contemporaries in a constant chokehold from â63-â66), and instead began turning inwards; a little more pastoral, a little more run-down and homey. Whatever, he couldâve stopped after Visions of Johanna, anything after is a blessing. It pains me when people treat this as pedestrian or unessential music. Close to John Wesley Harding in sound and aesthetic but more honest and not as interested in folk-mythmaking. This is like his McCartney, total domestic bliss and joie de vivre. Sign On The Window is my favourite.
Hopefully gets some reappraisal after Timmy covered Three Angels on SNL.