Whatever Bob Dylan did differently on this leg of the Never Ending Tour, he needs to keep doing it. He hasn't sounded this good in years. His was voice the clearest it has been in a decade; his words were audible; there was bounce, a Chaplin-esque bobble in his step, as he skipped across the stage like a marionette on strings. He seemed almost happy.
Let me say here that I'm 32 years old. I grew up from the crib with Dylan's music. I've seen him maybe 10 or 12 times in the last 12 years -- both to cover concerts as a reporter or music columnist and to enjoy them as a fan.