He is Bob

Bob Dylan was in town last night and I figured I should finally unlatch the wallet and see the old bugger before he stops touring.

As I had heard, Bob in concert is not the Bob of his albums. His last three albums have been superb - I've been amazed at the quality this guy still pumps out. I had hoped to hear the new stuff and some classics of course.
Well, I heard both, sort of. He reinvented pretty much every song, so much so that he would be halfway through a tune before spitting out a signature line (don't think twice... its alright) and the crowd would erupt in recognition.
The closest he came to the original was Stuck in Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again. In those 4 minutes I forgave a lot, realizing that this is the guy, the ultimate songsmith, the voice of a generation (sorry for the cliche), he was Bob, and he wrote it all - and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.

He didn't say a word the entire concert - then he mumbled through some band introductions. I think mmr-bbhr hrrrblorr was on guitar and hrrr-smmmm gorffstum was on bass.

He came back after a long wait for an encore - belting out sort of recognizable versions of Like a Rolling Stone and All Along the Watchtower. Then he gathered his cream-suited band, gave a nod of his big-ass hat and he was gone.