Dylan live can certainly be an intimate affair, although this year saw him do a stadium tour, but it can also be a jolt to the system if you’re expecting a nostalgic reminisce of old classics. That’s not to say he doesn’t play them, he does, it’s just you probably won’t recognize them as such. Instead Dylan, impish and uncompromising, completely corrupts and changes the songs fans are most familiar with. The melodies are often so-different they are abstract, Cubist even.
The giveaway will be when you notice a lyric you recognize. You’ll catch a certain “They're selling postcards of the hanging / they're painting the passports brown / The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town” and realise you’ll listening to the intro—or some refracted version of it—to “Desolation Row.”