I looked around me at the crowd as the lighting rig pointed at the audience during Highway 61. Huge numbers of people were standing there with their eyes closed, their hands held high, shaking their heads in time with the music, ecstatic. And I thought to myself, these are awfully thin foundations upon which to build your experience of transcendence.
The Recusant Rector goes to see Bob Dylan.
The Observer review is rather different.
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