On the other hand, I remember the first time I got to hear the brouhaha where someone yelled “Judas!” at Dylan, presumably for betraying his sensitive-folkie heritage or some such business, and for the next number, Dylan turned to the band — more precisely, to The Band — and gave instructions on how the next number was to be played. Said next number, which was “Like a Rolling Stone,” was indeed played effing loud, and I found myself thinking, “That’ll show the ungrateful bastards.” So I know whose side I was on, at least then. (The oft-bootlegged recording was allegedly from the Royal Albert Hall, but eventually it was traced to a performance in Manchester.)

All artist have one work they’d rather you forget. Hell, McCartney’s got vast swatches that are risible (“Mary Had A Little Lamb,” anyone?). And poor John Lennon could probably look back on some of his solo stuff and blame the drugs.

From that article: “A Dylan concert is unlike any other event in the history of American show business. It is notable most for the uneasy sense among the audience that no one has the slightest idea what song they’re listening to.”

That’s just silly. Having heard Dylan perform in Hershey a few years back, he’s not that difficult to follow, and he certainly wasn’t doing anything odd.

I think what disappoints a lot of people is that they think Dylan should act like them. Dylan, however, would prefer to act for himself. Drives people batty.