I was floating down the Blackfoot river when the news broke last week that Bob Dylan was going to play Seattle for the first time since his divisive (but, truly mesmerizing) set at Bumbershoot 2010. As I wrote at the time, Dylan's reinvention of his catalog made the set a one-of-a-kind experience, and the perfect foil to the nostalgia that so many of his contemporaries pedal.
The review was met with a hail of comments spread between "he sounds terrible! and different!" and "So! that's the point!"
Here's one comment (note: the old comments aren't displaying to the public at the moment, due to a technical glitch) that I think I missed the first time around:
Sad, sad hippies. Dylan is singing to you and your thwarted lust for musical Viagra. You built him up as an artist and now turn on him when he dares to deliver something other than the warmed-over leftovers you long to gum. It's amazing to hear someone of his stature who still dares to play from the heart. I can't think of anyone else from his generation who has the balls.
From what I saw, almost all those who left were Boomers and most of those who stayed and rocked on were young. That should tell you something.
This is all to say: Please remember that Bob Dylan no longer sounds like he did on Greatest Hits Vol. 1 (as any of his recent records will tell you); he's going to play his hits, but he's going to play them in COMPLETELY DIFFERENT WAYS. You should know this going in because if you're expecting a recreation of Blonde on Blonde, you're going to be very disappointed.
Tickets to Dylan's Oct. 13 set at KeyArena go on sale at 10 a.m. tomorrow via LiveNation.com. Mark Knopfler opens.