Graham Reid | | 1 min read
With a few exceptions (the song about John Lennon's murder on his new album Tempest), Bob Dylan's songs have long since ceased to be about anyone in particular.
And there's a case to be made that perhaps many of those in the mid Sixties which seemed to have been aimed in particular directions (girlfriends Joan Baez, Edie Sedgwick and Suze Rotolo, running mate and fellow bear-baiter Bob Neuwirth) might not have been so target-specific either.
But there seems no doubt this rather nasty eight minute song -- not quite up/down there with Positively 4th Street but not far behind -- was aimed one person in particular: his then-girlfriend Suze Rotolo's sister Carla.
When Dylan and Suze (right) broke up -- and there seems to have been at least one vicious shouting match with Carla and the girls' mother -- Dylan reserved particular venom for Carla and unleashed in this song.
As she later noted, it was "just devestating" when she heard it, "the way he could twist somebody's words back on themselves and make them feel he was right and they were wrong".
And while certain people could run for cover when some of Dylan's other songs around this tme seemed ambiguous, so they could deny and deflect, poor Carla had no place to hide.
"Of the two sister, I loved the young," he wrote before idealising Suze. "With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one. The constant scapegoat, she was easily undone by the jealousy of others around her. For her parasite sister, I had no respect. Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect, countless visions of the other she'd reflect as a crutch for her scenes and her society."
It didn't get any more kind either.
Later Dylan said it was a song that he regretted in retospect: "I must have been a real schmuck to write that. I look back at that particular one and say, of all the songs I've written, maybe I could have left that alone."
After this, Like a Rolling Stone and Positively 4th Street, there must have been any number of people glad he got out of the game of shaming and started singing about "20 pounds of headlights stapled to his chest".
This was on his 1964 album Another Side of Bob Dylan . . . and it certainly was.
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