Reviews

My wife wanted to visit her sister in Albuquerque so why not time the trip
to coincide with Bob at the Kiva. Small space seating only 2300. Earlier
in the day there was an advertisement for seats. By the night of the show
it was sold out. Haven't seen Bob in a place this small in years, probably
not since Princeton around 1990.He was greeted with the first of several
standing ovations. Amazing what a Nobel prize can do. His voice was clear,
none of the annoying "up-singing". The arrangements were excellent. High
point for me was Love Sick. Bob wove a spell that was hypnotic. During
Tangled Bob started to play harmonica but no sound! He looked down and
realized he had it backwards, turned it around in time for a short solo.
Down to 3 Sinatra covers from 8 earlier in the year. His stage presence
and moves are quirky to say the least but mesmerizing all the same. But
let's be honest, at times his piano playing is plain awful. Much prefer
him center stage. A great night and well worth the trip.

From Phoenix to Albuquerque. 
I left Phoenix in the morning leaving the key of my AirBandB where I found
it. I never saw Steve, my host. Walk to the Greyhound station and catch an
early bus. Arrive in Albuquerque in the evening. Walk to my AirBandB. Get
lost. Get found. Sleep a good night sleep, in a good night bed.
Albuquerque is a nice little town with street Art and galleries. I roam
among the potteries, rugs and other Navajo Artifacts. One more cup of
coffee  (for the road) and I check the backstage of the venue. The 2 Tour
buses are parked in the street. 2 guys are waiting for an autograph. Well!
Some people never read my reviews! Not a chance. I move across the street.
Keep my eyes on Bobby's bus front door. Nothing's moving for few minutes.
Then 'puuuush',  the automatic door opens. My sweet Bobby steps out. He's
dressed casual; with a hoody,  white slacks,  sun glasses. For a
fraction of a second he looks at me, our eyes locked, he moves slightly
his head and walks around the bus to the backstage door. All by himself. 
As a brave little man! Woah! How did he know I was there? Just me. No
Nobel prize commity in view! Of course that's too much happiness(or not
enough?). I want more. So I come back an hour later and here he is again
moving back to his privacy untill show time. Have a nice rest before the
show, my Dear, see you on stage! The 2 guys are still waiting at the
...'altar'. I join some Fans at the brewery. Walk with Pamela to the
venue. She is an absolute Angel. She gave me a second row ticket. Right in
front the piano. My, my! Paradise in the Land of Bobby Dylan! 2 seats in
first row are empty.  I can't believe why people buy those absolute
perfect seats and don't show up on time! As soon as Stu is strumming his
little tune, I jump front. Right front piano. The entire front row is up
for "Things have change". I manage to keep calm on "Don't think twice " ,
but my body is checking. "Highway 61" is raucous. Oh, God said to Abraham,
"Kill me a son" Abe says, "Man you must be puttin' me on" God says, "No",
Abe say "What?" God say "You can do what you want Abe but The next time
you see me comin' you better run" Well Abe said, "Where do you want this
killin' done?" God say, "Out on Highway 61" And suddenly "Its all over now
Baby Blue", 'cause the usher asks me to move to my seat. Oh well! Second
row is fine. "High water" is remarkable. David (a fanclub member) on my
left, is as wild as I am. A masterpiece of drums and rythm. Bravo George
Recelli! "I ain't dead yet, my bell still rings" brings a smile on my
lips. Maybe Bob too who had been smiling at Tony since the beginning.  A
real smile. "Tangled up in blue". The only one on harp. "Lonesome day
blues" I still have to learn that new one. "I could make you happy, make
your dreams come true. Nothing that I wouldn't do. Go to the ends of the
Earth for you, To make you feel my love To make you feel my love" Isn't
what I did?? Go to the ends of the earth. Though I thought the Earth was
round!! Can't criticize the Nobel prize for LITERATURE! "Pay in blood",
"Desolation row"... "Soon after midnight". With Bobby's profile just in
front of me. I sing along; " Its soon after midnight And I don't want
nobody but you". We swing on "All or nothing at all" before exploding on
"Long and wasted years". Few minutes of break. "BITW" "Why try to change
me now?" A message to the Nobel Commity? Bobby was hatless, slim in a dark
suit, at ease with his body, no stiffness,  even playing with the center
mike. He was drinking from a cup between each song,  but if he had a cold
, it didn't affect his voice, as clear as in Phoenix. The best show for me
so far! Nobel or not Bob Dylan is a Rocker!