Everybody loves a good concert, especially when a living legend happens to be the one headlining the show.
When I first heard that Bob Dylan was coming to the Mullins Center on Friday, November 19, my first thought was that I had to go so that I could say that I saw one of the most prolific musicians to ever play live and in concert.
Once I bought my ticket and that thought was properly handled, I was a little nervous going into the show.
It is no surprise that Dylan’s age has shown over the past 15 years in his performances: many people have heavily criticized his voice as having left the building years ago, along with stating that he does not interact enough with the crowd during the course of the show.
Walking into the event, I was not sure what to expect-so many different opinions were floating around in my head about what he was going to be like that I just had to block it all out and hope for the best.
When I found my seat (on the floor, about 15 rows away from the stage), all I could do is scroll through my iPod and pick out which songs I wanted him to play, which ones I hoped he would avoid, and which ones I thought he could possibly get a surprise musical guest to play with, if there would be one.
After about 10 minutes or so, the lights finally dimmed and the crowd rose to their feet (the ones that were not too old to stand, anyway). Dylan and his band got on the stage in an almost unassuming fashion, taking their places as they did a quick tune of their instruments, just to make sure everything sounded just right.
Then it happened.
There were no song introductions, there were side notes. Anecdotes were absent as were backgrounds. “Grandpa Bob” did not come to the stage to speak of what was or how it was going to be.
He just led his band, like he always did, and let his music do the talking.
Throughout the show, he played the keyboard, the guitar and the harmonica intermittently, transitioning between instrument just as smoothly as he did through song. His voice was both a disappointment and a pleasant surprise in the fact that, though it was mostly gone and undecipherable in the slower songs, was stronger than expected and in tune with the faster, bluesier music that came off of his last few albums.
The band was well-versed and organized, and brought a newer blues spin to an artist I knew of mostly as a folk and classic rock legend. Each deep guitar call and modest drum beat complemented the lead man well, revealing another face to his musical identity.
As the music played, the band (especially Dylan himself) did practically no interaction with the crowd at all. The light show behind them was simply a slide show projection of different backgrounds that seemed carefully hand-picked for each song, with soft yellow lights finding their ways to each of the performers.
Nobody seemed to mind though. They, college senior and senior citizen alike, were all too busy listening to a musical icon to really notice.
After a two hour performance that seemed to fly by faster than a summer’s breeze, Dylan and his band ended the night with “Forever Young,” and though his voice had shown his age, his love for stage seemed just as fresh as it did over 50 years ago. Then, Bob introduced the members that played behind them, and the group left the stage just as they had taken it:
Unassuming and undramatic, with a quiet confidence that screamed professionalism, as they proceeded onward to the next stop in a tour that, as long as Dylan can still breathe, will really never stop.