The first Dylan album I ever listened to was Highway 61 Revisited. It was pretty good...so I went on to his second album, The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan. After hearing that, I thought that I should I check out his debut album, Bob Dylan. I figured it would be sort of like The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, but, sorry to say, it was a pretty huge disappointment. The first time I heard it, I really liked "Man of Constant Sorrow" and "House of the Rising Sun." I was so impressed--I thought that he actually wrote these songs. No, he did not. The ones that are original, anyhow, unfortunately, do not stack up to any song on any other record ever recorded by Dylan. It, almost, is as if someone else wrote these songs entirely. "Talkin' New York Blues" is an all right song [and Freewheelin-esque], but one song can't save the whole album. Perhaps if it were a really, really awesome song. Anyhow, seeing as Woody Guthrie was a major influence of Dylan's, I would say that Dylan spent most of his time on this record just copying him and regurgitation other influence's styles. Bob tries a strange Little Richie-like voice on certain tracks of the album--a growling voice that I am not too fond of and that is a little unsettling. You know, when I am listening to this album, I often find myself wondering, "How did a record company even sign him?" The album's not as terrible as that comment would suggest, really--not only does Bob Dylan not have one of the most marketable voices, but the best songs on the album weren't even written by him, and the ones that were aren't all that promising. Dylan would have been absolutely nothing if it weren't for his lyrics, so, what I'm saying is, he should be praising God for even getting his foot in the door. On a brighter note for the closing, this record is interesting and encouraging, if you're an artist, because you get to see what Dylan started from and realize that he wasn't a genius just the second he began. That's pretty good for me.