Bob Dylan – MTV Unplugged

MTV Unplugged

Bob DylanMTV Unplugged Columbia CK 67000 (1995)


Here’s a turning point for Dylan.  He had been in a tailspin (often a flaming tailspin) since the late 1970s.  His (in)ability to cope with his celebrity status was a big part of the problem, and over time he simply wasn’t usually engaged in the recording process.  Dylan would veto efforts by producers to clean up his albums, and he would veto the inclusion of some of the better songs (borne out by the Bootleg Series and Biograph sets).  He also would not rehearse sufficiently with his bands prior to recording, and would refuse to do further takes to get a song right.  Worst of all, he just tended to coast by while putting in a half effort, at best.  This was all compounded by him allegedly being an alcoholic.  But a lot of this changed when MTV approached him to do an “unplugged” concert series and album.  For the first time in decades, maybe even ever, he was willing to listen to what the studio execs wanted.  They wanted Bob Dylan’s greatest hits live.  Bob proves somewhat disinterested in these performances, but in listening to the executives he sort of grew up in a way.  He was, to put it bluntly, selling out.  But in selling out he was also accepting a more viable way of managing his career.  In a word, it was professionalism — making him out to be something more like a hard-working entertainer doing what was expected of him by others than a sensitive “artiste” holding out that his place and legacy in society wasn’t fully crystallized.  He was ready to give his fans what they wanted, mostly because he was paying attention to the business side of his affairs and seemed to want the steady stream of income that some concessions would provide.  But this was also his recognition that he didn’t have complete latitude and needed to take into account circumstances beyond his control.  So consider MTV Unplugged like Dylan clearing his throat, preparing to launch into the last part of his career with some sort of enthusiasm.  Once he accepted his status as a “rock legend” from an earlier era he could work within that context for his next album Time Out of Mind, spinning tales of jaded regret, bemused nostalgia and weary longing that only work from that perspective of aged credibility (the classic mid-life crisis resolution).  Freed from the burdens of having to sound “new” and “contemporary” he could just pick out bits and pieces from familiar terrain and put them together in a way that sounded convincing not contrived.

Bob Dylan – Oh Mercy

Oh Mercy

Bob DylanOh Mercy Columbia CK 45281 (1989)


Oh Mercy is a contender, along with Time Out of Mind, Good as I Been to You and even Empire Burlesque (yes!) and possibly Slow Train Coming, as one of the best post-Desire Bob Dylan albums.  This one comes as a surprise though.  Dylan wasn’t exactly in peak form at the end of the 1980s.  In fact, he was in something more akin to a downward spiral.  The effort Dylan put into this album was leaps and bounds ahead of his previous effort Down in the Groove.  It wouldn’t last.  The follow-up Under the Red Sky was vapid and unconvincing (thanks to Dylan vetoing almost all production efforts).  It was as if Dylan had no idea whatsoever what worked and what didn’t anymore.  But, this album wouldn’t be the last of this type of songwriting.  In fact, after a “reboot” with the acoustic folk album Good as I Been to You, Dylan explored simple blues rock structures with World Gone Wrong and from then on out was on autopilot.  He would return to the songwriting style of this album most of the time.  Some late period albums just shifted the textures of the backing music to the utilitarian sounds of World Gone Wrong, without really taking a different thematic or structural approach.  Oh Mercy sounded like the product of a songwriter past middle age.  Straight from the opener “Political World,” it’s clear that he was interested in tackling subject matter that younger performers probably wouldn’t pursue.  This is a little uneven at times.  Time Out of Mind is better (and Empire Burlesque too, even if I’m the only person who thinks so), but Time Out of Mind was really a reassessment and refinement of the same style on display here in more tentative form.

Bob Dylan – Time Out of Mind

Time Out of Mind

Bob DylanTime Out of Mind Columbia CK 68556 (1997)


I have to admit I’m not sold on the idea of this being one of Dylan’s all-time best albums.  Though it certainly is one of the better ones of the last part of his career.  This is certainly more consistent that most of what Dylan had done in the 1980s.  He basically takes the best elements he had experimented with since Oh Mercy and combines them into a unified package, courtesy of producer Daniel Lanois.  Probably the main reasons that this one succeeds is that Dylan actually tries and he lets his producer do his job without much interference.  The result is a testament to the new, more “professional” Bob Dylan, who proved much more likeable than the erratic, boozy, incoherent, bratty Dylan that had overstayed his welcome for the last few decades like a weekend house guest still lingering around a week later.

Wilco – A Ghost Is Born

A Ghost Is Born

WilcoA Ghost Is Born Nonesuch 79809-2 (2004)


Wilco fully realized their new sound on A Ghost Is Born. Rather than tagging electronic effects onto songs songs that come from somewhere else, the group is making music out of that new sound from the start. Usually that describes a band is at its peak. That may not necessarily be the case for Wilco. The good news is that A Ghost Is Born has a level of proficiency unmatched anywhere on Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (Wilco’s prior effort). Their new sound is a precise tool. And, from time to time, the band can still call on their cantankerous, old-timey melodic sensibilities to make a point. The bad news is that Wilco’s new proficiency has quietly extinguished some of the wonder and excitement of previous efforts. At times, the group is operating in a fairly comfortable place. There, influences run rampant. “Spiders (Kidsmoke)” is little more than a tribute to motorik-style krautrock (bearing an unmistakable resemblance to old Neu! songs like “Negativland” and “Neuschnee”). “Less Than You Think” is like John Cage or Morton Subotnick compositions. Retro or not, the tributes happily resound with enough wit and punch to succeed. In general, the whole album is more durable than much previous Wilco material. Its greatest charms are far from obvious on a first listen. Understated, stately, and almost uniformly inspired, A Ghost Is Born is the group’s best album yet.

Wilco – Yankee Hotel Foxtrot

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot

WilcoYankee Hotel Foxtrot Nonesuch 79669-2 (2002)


Bringing in their vision of post-rock to country-tinged pop, Wilco has delivered a pretty good album here. Back a few years, comparisons to Yo La Tengo or The Sea & Cake would be laughable. Nobody would be laughing at that today. The spare arrangements make insinuations to their meaning, no more. Wilco’s preoccupation with thinking this through has let them wander into places they never expected. That is fine, except the results aren’t that punchy. The songs have to jump back occasionally when they realize what is happening about them. Too often the record is a bit light in its songwriting. The high points “I Am Trying to Break Your Heart,” “Jesus, Etc.,” “Pot Kettle Black,” and “Poor Places” do make quite an impact. Elsewhere, the record strays into much pretension despite what still could be called good intentions. Producer Jim O’Rourke perhaps made the mix a bit conservative. Frontman Jeff Tweedy starts out strong, but I don’t think his songwriting holds up for the entire album. This is still a fine piece of work. Perhaps, though, it’s a dead-end for Wilco who have now done all they can in this direction. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot is instantly likable in a somewhat universal manner. Wilco’s real achievement here is making good music that reaches far beyond the insider niche markets where so many other ostensibly similar artists are stuck.

Wilco – Kicking Television: Live in Chicago

Kicking Television" Live in Chicago

WilcoKicking Television: Live in Chicago Nonesuch 79903-2 (2005)


I found this album tremendously disappointing.  Wilco spends most of the record trying to pander to the audience by over-emphasizing the sappiest elements of their music.  Kicking Television is a paradigmatic attempt to appeal to an audience’s bad taste.  These live recordings add nothing to the studio versions, save a few awkwardly tacked on guitar solos.  There are rewarding moments, but they are lost in a sea of mediocrity.

Tom Waits – Heartattack and Vine

Heartattack and Vine

Tom WaitsHeartattack and Vine Asylum 6E-295 (1980)


Here Waits is still operating within the realm of orchestrated pop balladry (“Saving All My Love for You,” “On the Nickel,” “Ruby’s Arms”), but he’s made a noticeable change in welcoming more harder-edged blues-rock sounds to his palette, with heavier drums and guitar and no piano (“Heartattack and Vine,” “‘Til the Money Runs Out”).  This proved to be a transitional album as Waits moved toward his edgier mid-80s sound.  But often he is stuck with a slick, “professional”, L.A. kind of sound (“In Shades,” “Downtown”) that is too much of a compromise between the two poles of the album.  Even when he does succeed in one firm style or another, it is hard to find people who want to swing between gravelly crooning and gruff R&B the way this album is presented.  There is definitely good stuff here, but the sum total is a little unsatisfying.  After marrying Kathleen Brennan, whom he met while working on One From the Heart, he basically committed to the style of Swordfishtrombones and stuck with that approach for the rest of his career.

Tom Waits – Swordfishtrombones

Swordfishtrombones

Tom WaitsSwordfishtrombones Island ILPS 9762 (1983)


A good album, but one I hardly ever revisit.  Of course I dig stuff like “16 Shells From a Thirty-Ought-Six”.  You would have to be a major asshole not to.  But this album as a whole doesn’t resonate with me like some of his others.  Still a fine effort and among Tom Waits’ better ones.  This would be his last album for nearly twenty years to look back at all on the lounge jazz/blues that characterized much of his 1970s output.