Eephus
Footballguy
It took three walks spread out over six nights but we finally made it through Time Out Of Mind (1997).
I must have heard this before but it was still pretty much of a fresh listen. We had two young 'uns in 1997 and file sharing was still a few years away for me. It's generally regarded as one of Dylan's best late-period records and at 72 minutes, it's one of his longest studio albums.
It's a solid set of songs that ambles along nicely at the pace of an old dog. Dylan gets a lot of stick for his singing voice but I think he's in excellent voice here. His tone is nasally as usual but his pitch and phrasing are great. He slides into notes like a blues or jazz singer but he always nails the landing. He was 56 when this record came out and has finally grown into the old sage voice that he tried to affect in his early records. Tryin to Get to Heaven and Not Dark Yet are good examples of Dylan's vocal chops at the time.
There's a palpable sense of loss in this record. The lyrics range from wistful to downright sad, which are amplified by and the generally laconic pace of the songs. Cold Iron Bound is the closest thing this album has to a rocker and it's terrific. I'm of two minds regarding Daniel Lanois' atmospheric production. I think he does a good job of recording Dylan's voice but I'm not a fan of the gauzy accompaniment. There are times where it sounds like the band is playing in the next room.
The 16 1/2 minute epic Highlands closes the record. It's interesting to a point as all Dylan epics are. It's ostensibly about aging and loss although his heart remains in the highlands wherever he roams. There are four verses about some interaction with a waitress in Boston and one that seems tailor-made for my nightly walks to Hayes Green with Bosley.
I see people in the park, forgettin' their troubles and woes
They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored clothes
All the young men with the young women lookin' so good
Well, I'd trade places with any of 'em, in a minute if I could
I'm crossin' the street to get away from a mangy dog
Talkin' to myself in a monologue
I think what I need might be a full-length leather coat
Somebody just asked me if I'm registered to vote
It's been unseasonably warm in SF since we got back. This city isn't designed for 90 degree temperatures; our flat is like an oven. Boz has been really low key due to the heat. I took him out for a walk in the daytime yesterday but had to turn back after a block. He walked over a hot manhole cover and went down like the elephant in the Edison newsreel. He was fine afterwards and we were able to make our usual loop when it cooled down after dark.
Bumping this so I don't have to search again for what I thought of Time Out of Mind four years ago.