drew dellinger - planetize the movement

Chillin' like You-Know-Who

I saw Bob Dylan for the first time about two years ago, and when I heard him croaking out his songs I turned to my friend and said, "Somebody call 9-1-1."

But last night was a different story as Bobby put on an enchanting show and was clearly energized to be in San Francisco. There wasn't a bad song all evening, but the core of the show was an amazing string of "It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)," "Don't Think Twice, It's Alright," "Desolation Row," "Tangled Up in Blue," "Highway 61 Revisited," and a nice song from the new album, "When the Deal Goes Down."

After ending with a few more tunes, Dylan came back for a great encore of "Thunder on the Mountain," "Like a Rolling Stone," and "All Along the Watchtower."

Dylan truly seemed like an amplified prophet at times throughout the performance, and again as he ended the show by reprising the lyrics, "Businessmen they drink my wine, ploughmen dig my earth/None of them along the line know what any of it is..." and he hovered on the word "worth," as if encapsulating a searing indictment. End of show; rousing ovation. Dylan and his impressive band gathered at center stage, and the enigmatic poet laureate of rock stared at the crowd like an intense sagacious owl, then disappeared.