Seeing Bob Dylan these days isn't much like attending the Newport Folk Festival circa 1965. It's all right - don't think twice about picking up a ticket. Latter-day Bob is a different animal to be sure, usually huddled over a piano grumbling his way through five decades of hits and obscurities. But even the most fickle of fans can appreciate the opportunity to see a living legend in the flesh, reinterpreting his oeuvre on the fly. Get there on time because there's no opening act, just Dylan and his crack band kicking out (garbled revisions of) classics all night long.

Seeing Bob Dylan these days isn't much like attending the Newport Folk Festival circa 1965. It's all right - don't think twice about picking up a ticket. Latter-day Bob is a different animal to be sure, usually huddled over a piano grumbling his way through five decades of hits and obscurities. But even the most fickle of fans can appreciate the opportunity to see a living legend in the flesh, reinterpreting his oeuvre on the fly. Get there on time because there's no opening act, just Dylan and his crack band kicking out (garbled revisions of) classics all night long.