Jokerman Tee

ORDERS OPEN: 7/16/26
ORDERS CLOSE: 7/20/26
TO PRINT: 7/20/26

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In 1983, Bob Dylan was a man nobody could quite place. Three albums into his born-again Christian phase, he'd spent the turn of the decade preaching from the stage and alienating half his audience, and by the time "Infidels" arrived that fall, the fire-and-brimstone stuff had cooled into something murkier and more ambivalent. "Jokerman," the album's opening track, is where that ambivalence curdles into one of his great mystery songs — a shape-shifting portrait that's part prophecy, part accusation, part self-interrogation, and Dylan himself never tips his hand about who or what the Jokerman actually is. Christ figure, trickster, politician, artist, Dylan himself — the song holds all those readings loosely and lets them blur into each other over Sly Dunbar and Robbie Shakespeare's unhurried, reggae-inflected groove, a rhythm section choice that alone signals Dylan reaching outside his usual idiom for the first time in years.

What's remarkable is how the song's queasy moral haze mirrors exactly where Dylan was standing. He'd walked back from the hardline gospel years without renouncing them outright, and "Infidels" is the sound of a man triangulating a new position in public, verse by verse. Reports from the sessions describe a famously indecisive process — Mark Knopfler co-producing, a small mountain of outtakes (some of which, like "Blind Willie McTell," would turn out to eclipse anything that made the final cut), and Dylan reshuffling lyrics on "Jokerman" almost until the tape ran out. That indecision isn't incidental; it's the song's whole method. Lines about false gods, manipulated crowds, and a figure who "resist[s] much, obey[s] little" read like Dylan simultaneously indicting the demagogues of the moment and warily eyeing his own recent history as a man who'd led people somewhere and then changed his mind.

The result landed as a comeback of sorts — critics who'd bailed during "Saved" and "Shot of Love" welcomed "Infidels," and MTV even ran the "Jokerman" video, complete with Dylan's name in the credits alongside a scroll of Renaissance art, as if the song needed a whole museum's worth of iconography to hold its references together. But the enduring strangeness of "Jokerman" is that it refuses to resolve into either a comeback statement or a confession. It's Dylan at his most oracular, tossing off couplets that feel simultaneously biblical and tabloid, and forty-plus years on it still plays less like a song about somebody than a song about the impossibility of pinning anybody down, least of all its author.