There is something about greatness. When you ask who the greatest basketball player is, most answer Michael Jordan. To then define why he is the clear cut winner is much harder, people have achieved what he's achieved, outscored him, held better averages and definitely hit more baseballs. But all of that fades because of something indefinable, the answer usually is as simple as–he's the best because… he's the best.

Bob Dylan is to the mould of singer-songwriter what Jordan is to basketball. There are better singers, better guitarists, (arguably) better poets; but for some indefinable reason Dylan is the best.

'Baby I'm in the mood for you,' recorded in '62, but unreleased until Dylan's '85 Epic- Biograph (Side eight) is a great example of this. A song that simplifies emotion in a completely cliché way, is as simple musically as you could hope to get and is dominated lyrically by "oooh, ooh, ooh, oooh, I'm in the mood." So it should be awful right? Wrong. Somehow the song is completely compelling and enjoyable, something about it draws you back, something makes you tap your toe, something makes the simplicity seem intentionally complex, something…indefinable.