"Reacting to the music's roll and tumble, Dylan and Sexton squatted and swayed, as if ducking out of the way of the sharp notes, snapping chords and fierce sentiments."

"Vicious currents blew through a majority of the material. Violence cast a pall over 'Ain't Talkin',' while a re-imagined 'Just Like a Woman' threw sarcastic daggers. Better still, the scampering 'Highway 61 Revisited' and scathing 'Ballad of a Thin Man' evoked sinister desires."

That was excellently written, by Bob Gendron, for the Chicago Tribune. We were at that concert last night, at the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago,  and, reading that, I realize (once again) that describing music is a special skill. We loved the concert, but I'm going to leave it to Gendron to describe...

Bob Dylan didn't play any Christmas tunes from his new holiday album...  [T]he feisty singer instead had disaster on his mind, rage in his heart and "the blood of the land" in his voice. And in virtuosic guitarist Charlie Sexton, who just rejoined the bard's group after an extended hiatus, the 68-year-old icon had a worthy foil to challenge him. In contrast to recent appearances that witnessed him hiding in the shadows, Dylan seemed reinvigorated, stepping out from behind the keyboard and moving to center stage on multiple occasions.

Ah! Read the whole thing. I'll just share a few low-light pics grabbed with my clandestine camera. The stage:



From behind an ornate pillar:



And finally, a photo of me by Meade....



... I finally get a chance to use the Freebird app on my iPhone.