BOB DYLAN Blood On The Tracks (Columbia)

Bob Dylan is pussy-whipped. There are more general ways to state it, of course. You could say, for instance, that he has so idealized his vision of The Woman that he cherishes her potential infidelities and betrayals as much as her potential for salvation. But that is so much rodomontode. Baldly, put in the vernacular so it can’t be mistaken for something else, or avoided all together, he is pussy-whipped.