Bob Dylan, born the same year as Bernie Sanders, still walks the earth. The Bob Dylan Show proliferates, maybe because he doesn’t want to spend nights alone with his Nobel Prize. The so-called Never Ending Tour began in 1988 and keeps on never ending, though at times Dylan has referred to it as “The Money Never Runs Out Tour,” “The Why Do You Look at Me So Strangely Tour,” and “The One Sad Cry of Pity Tour,” among others.
From Beijing to Paris to Kalamazoo to Tulsa, even if Dylan isn’t sure where he is, he’s there for us, taking stock of his changes while we take stock of our own. You will see that shock of hair, just as it was on those 60s record covers. But then came the substances, the divorces, the regrets. Even Jesus couldn’t save him. Yet he endures, in his way. Expect classics from Freewheelin’ or Highway 61 and also some wear and tear. The voice drops and gargles, he switches from guitar to keyboard, or he’ll stand center stage, still tweaking lyrics, chords, time signatures, realities.
