Some people hate their wife and get a divorce. Bob Dylan writes one of his greatest albums. People cope differently. Dylan was never one to accept his age, and he still isn’t, but Blood On The Tracks was where he first decided to transcend other people’s age-based expectations of him. From ‘67 to ‘75 Dylan was in a bit of a lull, with albums being received from not bad (John Wesley Harding) to downright awful (Dylan). But this album was something of a “comeback” and as you would want from a comeback, it was incredible. He got his songwriting back. There’s not a line on here that doesn’t make you think, make you feel, or make you laugh. At its most emotional (You’re A Big Girl Now) this album can make you cry, and at its most nonsensically brilliant (Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts) it can make you feel emotions even you don’t understand. Musically it’s nothing Dylan hasn’t experimented with before, the acoustic sound just brings the focus more to the man himself. This is an album that reveals Dylan, but can reveal yourself if you listen close enough.