When Bob Dylan Doesn't Give a S__t He Means It

I finally caught Bob Dylan last night in Austin. He, of course, came out, played, said nothing, waved, and left. No encore. Historically a lot has been said about what he’s doing and what he’s up to, and why is he not doing this or that. They’ve been saying all of this about him since he came on the scene--and everybody fell in love with what he was doing--and just couldn’t imagine why he would do anything else. Last night I recognized maybe a phrase or two, but none of the music. I know his stuff. It was super cool to see the band interaction. One guitarist, bassist, drummer, and then he was on keys. And sometimes harmonica, which would make all the boomers freak out, by the way, when he played it. I enjoyed myself. I came with no expectations and no needs from Bob Dylan, so he delivered. It was a super cool band, though they were a bit out of sync due to it being the guitarist’s very first gig, which added a bit of instability to the show. Which was, I thought, pretty additive. And…