“I have seen Charlie Sexton step forward and play virtuosic guitar solos in the past, but on Wednesday night, he and his bandmates cowered in dark corners of the stage like diffident teenagers. It seemed that they were watching Dylan. Not just watching him because they were waiting for a cue or because they didn’t know what he would do next. They seemed to be watching Dylan like we were watching Dylan—amazed, scared, thrilled, grateful that, beneath all the layers of masquerade, this seventy-one-year-old was still getting up there night after night, still pulsing with authenticity, still doing just as he averred aged twenty-two—‘I’ll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it.’ And—for now, at least—Dylan looks like this is exactly what he wants to be doing.”
Read more of Adelaide Docx’s “Escapades Out on the D Train” here.