“…one of the most important, coherent and fulfilling Bob Dylan albums ever released.”
– David Fricke (Rolling Stone Magazine)

The Bootleg Series Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait (1969–1971) is an album of unreleased recordings, demo recordings, alternative takes mostly from Bob Dylan’s 1970 albums Self Portrait and New Morning, and a couple of live tracks from the Isle of Wight Festival (1969), released on August 27, 2013. It is the latest addition in the series of official “bootleg” recordings issued by Columbia Records.

Pretty Saro (official video)

The cover is new artwork by Bob Dylan. The liner notes have been written by Greil Marcus, who wrote the original Self Portrait review for Rolling Stone that infamously asked, “What is this shit?”. Also included is an extensive essay from journalist Michael Simmons. The set also contains rare photographs of that era from John Cohen and Al Clayton.

“For fans, this is more than a curiosity, it’s an indispensable addition to the catalog.”
– Thom Jurek (allmusic)

I wrote about what I liked best about this bootleg series release when it came out last year:

I have now had a few days listening to the new Bootleg series 10 deluxe box set. It is very interesting, and it is actually rather good. I am one of those few that kind of liked the original album, so I expected to like Another Self Portrait. I was not expecting that I would like it as much as I do.

That said, there are two things that stand out however. The first is the demo version of When I Paint My Masterpiece, it knocked me out. It is breathtakingly beautiful.

But the best of the release is the full Isle of Wight performance with The Band, and I really did not expect that!

I’ve read about the Isle of Wight concert, what an important event it was, how good it was. Dylan’s first concert in three years! More than a concert, a culturally significant event and a great show.

Rolling Stone Magazine wrote in 1969:
“During Dylan’s performance, a lovely 19-year-old girl, who said her name was Vivian and that she came from “nowhere,” appeared naked with a similarly naked young man, in the midst of a sea of foam pumped into a recreation area, and before 200 persons, made love. There was no attempt to stop them – but there was plenty of encouragement. “Beautiful,” bellowed several who saw it: “Freaky, baby!””

Well, they got my attention!

…and they wrote about the concert:

“On came Bob Dylan, one of the very few artists who could afford not to wear skin-tight, flared, sexy trousers. Boy Dylan in a loose white suit (Buddy Holly probably owned a suit like that), white shoes, white tie and yellow shirt, behind a sparkling stainless steel chin-height barricade of microphones.

The stomping and the cheering and the crying and the crush toward the front-stage area was still strong as Dylan began his first song, “She Belongs to Me.” “Great to be here, great to be here,” he said as he finished the song. “It sure is.” There was a slightly more down-home resilience to “I Threw It All Away” and “Maggie’s Farm” than on the recordings, possibly due to the Band’s mellow, sinewy backings. “Highway 61” positively rocked.

Then the Band departed for a time, allowing Dylan to play acoustically: “Will Ye Go, Lassie Go,” a hardy perennial on the British folk scene; “It Ain’t Me Babe”; “To Ramona”; “Mr. Tambourine Man.” In “Like a Rolling Stone,” Dylan hit upon a new device of adding the world “girl” at judicious places – “You mustn’t let other people get your kicks for you, girl!” the sang, goosing the song along all the better, with the Band, who had re-joined him now, adding their resonant voices to the chorus. “I Pity The Poor Immigrant” took on sea chantey tones with Garth Hudson’s accordion accompaniment. Song after song rolled on, “I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight,” “I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine,” “Lay Lady Lay,” “One Too Many Mornings.”

And then Dylan announced: “We’re going to do one more for you.” Just the slightest sardonic grin. “This was a big hit over here by Manfred Mann, a great group, a great group.” A whoop of anticipation, and sure enough, it was “Mighty Quinn,” mighty funky.

Bob smiled broadly and waved his goodbye as the audience fell into their chant: “More, more, more more, more . . . ” So he did an encore of two more songs, the first of them a new Dylan song, a slow, gentle ballad called “Who’s Gonna Throw That Next Throw,” then followed it with a prancing “Rainy Day Women No. 12 and No. 35.”

And that was it. He had sung for one solid hour, from 11 PM to midnight. “Thank you, thank you, great!” he told the audience, still smiling, as he left for the last time.”

They describe the second coming don’t they?

I yearned to hear this fantastic concert, and I got 4 tracks on the original Self Portrait, what an underwhelming feeling I got when I first heard it! These could not be the same songs that Rolling Stone Magazine raved about, could they?

The songs were good enough, but the sound was off, it sounded like Bob Dylan was alone almost, or that it was recorded in a small room and not on a very large stage on one of the worlds biggest music festivals!

The drums and the guitars sounded thin, and too sharp. What the hell was this? They are terribly mixed.

I own a couple of bootlegs from the Isle of Wight concert , I though that, surely they would capture the excitement and the grand scale, heck, the cultural importance couldn’t be lost in bad sound. It turned out that it could.

I have a reel to reel recording that is described as “very good quality” and I have a JTT version that should be one of the best out there. They sound bad in my ears, I’ve heard a few more, they all sound bad. I could recognize some exciting stuff on them, but the bad quality came in the way. I am no sound freak, I can listen to recordings that many people consider to be unlistenable, if I can find something great beyond the bad sound. I have listened to The Isle of Wight files/songs a lot, I did hear some good performances. I just came to terms with the fact, that I would never hear these songs the way that the audience did on that last day of August in 1969.

When I put on the new Isle of Wight release from Another Self Portrait I almost cried, finally I understood what Martin Grayson had experienced, finally I got it!

It is like going from a small black and white TV to a wide-screen cinema. The sound is wide and well-defined. Bob Dylan sounds so much better, he even comes across more confident and more assure than on anything I have heard from that concert before. I always imagined him as nervous and uncertain, he really is not. It is strange, but it is like hearing the concert for the first time.

The guitars, man, the guitars sound so good, you can hear all the strings on the instruments, and the drums are crisp and clear and not too sharp at all. How could they get something so good out of something that I was convinced was lost forever in bad recorded sound?

She Belongs To Me, I Threw It All Away and a rocking Maggie’s Farm blasts out, what a start!

…and now we can hear the audience, we get a sense of scope. It sounds big!

I Threw it all away (old sound):

I Threw it all away (new sound):