Dylan

“Visions of Johanna.” This is underrated only to the extent that everyone in the world doesn’t acknowledge that it’s obviously his best song. It’s about nothing, it’s about everything; it moves, it stands still, it runs like blood, it smells like smoke, copper, eggplant. Actually that last sentence is my imitation of Chronicles writing. But seriously—of the many attempts by rock-and-rock poets to write something deep, this is as deep as it gets. Indecipherable, and yet you feel you know exactly what he’s talking about.