Funny how so many of those that don't rate this recording highly are comparing Dylan to Dylan versus the music to other music. Dylan has gone through so many phases, styles, sounds, reincarnations, resurrections, vocalizations, life-trips, iterations, visualizations, constipations and emminations that it's folly to rate himself to himself. He's the consumate artist precisely because he does it his way, and his truth to himself is what has made him a transcendent human being. It's the source of what endears so many different kinds of people to his music.
This is not to suggest that everything he's ever done is better than anything ever done by anyone else. Nor can it be said that a person shouldn't have preferences. No, it's just simply better to take each of his works on its own terms. Putting aside preconceived notions makes for greater enjoyment of the listening. Frankly, half the time I have no clue what the heck Dylan's trying to say. And yet the other half, it's like he can read my mind. Or is it that I can read his. And that's what I love about the man -- the range and the rove of his music -- it keeps taking my breath away differently.
And if you have an appreciation for tradional folk and blues, and if you have an appreciation for Bob's approach and voice, then you're going to love this recording. And like me you'll develop a reverence for it. And it will warm you up to life. And you'll get carried away by the mastery of his guitar and harmonica playing combined with his perfect vocal phrasings.
And you will long listen to it. And you will long to hear it again and again. And you will long remember the first time you heard it. And once again you will catch of glimpse of the muse that animates Bob's life. And again you will long to hear it again and again. And you will long call it a masterpiece.
And it is.