When I was younger, I listened to a lot of Dylan’s classic stuff and then drove 10 hours to see him in concert. I was massively disappointed that the era of a g

When I was younger, I listened to a lot of Dylan’s classic stuff and then drove 10 hours to see him in concert. I was massively disappointed that the era of a guy sitting alone on a stool singing poetry were long gone. He was with some sort of jazz rock band that was so god awful I left halfway through. Worse still, he faced perpendicular to the audience, never looked up from the keyboard, and left me with a distinct “Weekend at Bernie’s” feel. A few years later he played my hometown and I went again, ever the optimist hoping that the previous show had been a fluke, the consequence of falling in with a bad (jazz-rock) crowd. Alas, it was the same and I left twenty minutes into it. Seems the never-ending tour should’ve ended.