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I'm not really into singer/songwriter stuff. This is mainly because I have a tendency to ignore lyrics. And if you ignore lyrics, you'll be pretty bored listening to Bob Dylan. But there are few (if any) better than Dylan at what he does. I guess.
I have Another Side of Bob Dylan, Blonde on Blonde, Blood on the Tracks, Highway 61 Revisited, Nashville Skyline, The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, and The Times They Are A-Changin'. All good, but I don't listen to them much. To me, music that relies so heavily on lyrics doesn't reward a ton of re-listenings.
When it comes to actual songs, I prefer art song. There's more interaction between the vocal line and the music. The music in Dylan (and a lot of singer/songwriter stuff) often seems like just a vehicle for his lyrics. Rap music for white folks, in a way. That's a really rough analogy. Anyway, it is really hard to resist when he starts in with the harmonica. Honestly, it gets me in a soft spot. Like those places on a baby's head. Mmmmmm.
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