Bob as an Enigma

The show was a Bob show; exactly what I wanted and expected. In today’s world, everyone expects something from everybody – act a certain way, talk a certain way. People expect you to be who they want you to be.

Bob has never really bought into that. I’ve always admired Bob’s ability to retain that air of nonchalance. Not ignorance, per say, but he does what he does not because it’s his duty but because he just wants to...man.

Back to the bright lights of the Never-Ending Tour: no chit-chat was needed between songs. As he once remarked, ‘what do you want me to say, really’. His voice was strong and still passionate. I only wished he would’ve picked up that guitar. What am I saying – he doesn’t have to play the guitar. The Evolution of Bob. Just accept it.

Some songs surprised me; ‘Nettie Moore’ made me incredibly emotional.

What Bob does, really, is dig down to the core of human existence. As I experience life, I understand Bob’s songs more (if that’s possible). I remark: ‘Ah, he’s always right, that Bobby.’

For any Dylanite, basking and revelling in the beautiful chance at seeing Bob in concert is a treat. Like ice cream.

Some days I believe that I understand his every word, or at least understand the underlying sentiment. But I’m sure Bob could prove that I’m all wrong. Enigmatic to the bone and I love it.