Long term admirers of Bob Dylan's decades-long career were probably a lot more forgiving than passing listeners of his recent Boston performance, his first in nearly 14 years. Described as a “bit craggy” even by supporters, he was still able to show that he's almost still got it or least enough to put a smile on his long term fan's faces.
I saw Bob Dylan at the TD Garden in Boston last night, and I’ll admit I was a tad nervous: I hadn’t seen a Dylan show in about 14 years, and I was afraid that in the interim he might have completed his ongoing transformation into a doddering Mr. Mumbles. Turns out I needn’t have worried.
Sure, Bob’s voice is what it is — if you go expecting a pleasant croon, or even the forceful whine of ’60s and ’70s-era Bob, you’re kidding yourself. He now has the voice of a horned toad whose hindquarters just got run over by a steamroller, and there’s no getting around it.