So when I found out I'd just missed a chance to see Bob Dylan perform in a small ballroom, I experienced a sharp pang of envy. (My Wednesday evening was spent watching John Kerry rebut the improved, non-scowling "education" non-President; then watching Sean Hannity create and fail a "litmus test" on the morality of acknowledging minority sex preferences.)
Thursday evening raves about the Dylan show prompted me to geek out and turn up a link to an audience recording. It downloaded while I slept; and I listened to it this morning. I thought he sounded kind of drunk and randomly gravelly. That's the risk you take with listening to Bob Dylan -- inspired poet for the ages or rambling gravel guy. You never know which one is going to show up.
It's just my opinion; but my suspicions are reinforced that some music reviewers are about as dependable as post-debate spin room boys.