Notes from Bob Dylan in Detroit
That was much better. Same set list, same gray hoodie with the hood up, but everything was better. The band was locked in. The crowd was quiet, except for the occasional whoop. The Masonic Temple is beautiful, and the sound was perfect. I heard everything that came out of Dylan’s mouth clearly, unlike the previous night’s performance in Saginaw.
He only did one harmonica solo, a short and rather flat bleat at the end of “Every Grain of Sand.” Saginaw had two harmonica moments – another one at the end of “When I Paint My Masterpiece.” Maybe he hadn’t appreciated the shouts of “HURRICANE!” that came his way as soon as he took it out.
It was the usual Yondr pouch setup, but someone still taped the whole thing and put it on YouTube.
