It took him one year, between (many) low's and a few peaks, to get the right sound he had in mind.

Bob Dylan is like that: he goes on the road and tries things out, before his audience, not giving a damn if someone is gonna be disappointed. He's the only one who can afford this.

It's been exactly a year since the musician waved his guitar goodbye just to stand behind some keyboards: nearly a sacrilege, and not only from a scenic point of view (shit, where has the beloved minstrel, the icon of 40 years of hopes gone?), but also for the awful approach that has came after: he just cant play them keyboards. He's tried out just about everything in the shows of the past 12 months, even unlikely renditions of the Rolling Stones' Brown Sugar, which sounded as good as lousy bar band.

In the meantime, the 60 years old man's voice, worn out by over-use, was fading away night after night, leaving only the rant of a man that in America was named `the wolfman'.

But then he comes to Europe and pulls out one of his most convincing and passionate approaches ever. And one of the most professional, even: fixed setlists, songs rehearsed to perfection, none of those impossible guitar jams where he used to take the scene (funny for the first, few times, but terribly boring after years), he retreats behind the keyboards and lets those two great talents (Freddy Koella, ex- Willy DeVille band) and Larry Campbell take the spotlight.

And he sings just great, pulling out a voice that many thought gone, and that during Desolation Row or Every Grain Of sand pushes up onto tough peaks, hardly in tune with the melody. This has been the most rock'n'rolling Dylan (`Play fucking loud', as he asked his band in 66) in decades: To be Alone With You, Summer Days, Cat's In The well are overwhelming, the hard boiled blues Cty A While and Honest With Me make it clear why he once got called `the greatest white blues singer', Like A Rolling Stone puts the seal up to the whole night: it never sounded so convincing since the tour with the Heartbreakers.

Hell of a man: we will never be able to set you aside.

P.V.