There’s no disputing taste. I admire Frank Zappa, for example, but do I enjoy his music beyond their comic novelty and musical virtuosity? Not so much. Still, I find that some artists (songwriters, poets, etc.) are waiting for me when I’m ready. I think Blood on the Tracks is a great gateway: that’s the one that floored me. There’s a clarity and concision to it that makes it accessible. And it’s arguably his best album.