Hello everyone and happy new year, This is a reupload of an old video with new additions like an alternate mix of Idiot Wind (without the organ overdubs) and the rare Meet Me In The Morning from the Duquesne Whistle Single. Again Blood On The Tracks is one of, if not the best, album of Dylan's career, relating his relationships issues with his wife Sara until the divorce in 1978. His son Jakob described the songs of the album as 'his parent's talking'. The album was recorded in two different locations. The first was in New York, with just an acoustic guitar and a very simple rhythm. Until late in December, the record was ready and pressed with the New York Sessions. But Bob wasn't satisfied and with the help of his brother David he rerecorded several of the songs with a local band in Minneapolis for the holidays and released the album January 20th 1975. The album was a smash hit and became one of his most famous after the Electric 60's trilogy. This video gathers all the allowed outtakes you can find, plus other cool stuffs. Hope you will like it. Here is the tracklist 1. Tangled Up In Blue (First Pressing) 2. You're A Big Girl Now (First Pressing) - Cut-out for copyright 3. Idiot Wind (First Pressing) 4. Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts (First Pressing) 5. If You See Her, Say Hello (First Pressing) 6. Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts (New York, 16th September 1974) 7. Idiot Wind (New York, 16th September 1974) 8. You're A Big Girl Now (New York, 17th September 1974) 9. If You See Her, Say Hello (New York,19th September 1974) 10. Dylan Blood On The Tracks New York SessionsTangled Up In Blue (New York,19th September 1974) 11. Idiot Wind (Without Overdubs) 12. Meet Me In The Morning (Alternate Take) Also, here is an extract from Pete Hamill essay from the original back cover of Blood On The Tracks: In the end, the plague touched us all. Blood On The Tracks New York SessionsIt was not confined to the Oran of Camus. It turned up again in America, breeding in-a-compost of greed and uselessness and murder, in those places where statesmen and generals stash the bodies of the forever young. The plague ran in the blood of men in sharkskin suits, who ran for President promising life and delivering death. The infected young men machine-gunned babies in Asian ditches; they marshalled metal death through the mighty clouds, up above God's green earth, released it in silent streams, and moved on, while the hospitals exploded and green fields were churned to mud. And here at home, something died.
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