Cool etching. My wife and I were at this concert, Bob was great. He was in a good mood, dancing around, enjoying himself, and played a perfect blend of new and classic.

The band looked like humanoid undertaker cowboys. No criticism, but there's something sinister about them. Probably theatrics, or maybe it was the hot dog I ate at the theater -- I can still taste it.

The audience was fantastic, very positive, and the whole experience resembled a love-in. Towards the end we moved forward to join the crowd dancing in the aisles. It was cool to be close enough to see facial expressions. The next time Bob is playing in the New York area I will definitely dig deep, and spring for the better seats.

After the concert I convinced my wife to hang out behind the theater in the hopes of possibly seeing Bob exit. It was a frigid night, so there were only about 10 other fans braving the elements. A short time later Bob came out, wearing his cowboy hat, and made a beeline straight for the tour bus door. We were rewarded with a quick glance in our direction. The sighting made my wife's night, and mine too. Of course I took credit for, and endlessly hyped my "brilliant" idea -- hehe, can't let the rare opportunity to extol my husbandly virtues. We ran after the bus and would have run clear across the George Washington Bridge, if I hadn't left my E-ZPass in the car :)

As for myself, I've been a Dylan fan since public school when we "had" to sing Blowin' in The Wind during 4th grade auditorium class circa 1968. My wife is a much more committed fan than I am. She's read every book about Dylan, and owns every Cd no matter how tangential or repetitive.

Sorry for digressing, but the etching really set my mind going. Hey, I bet the painter Dylan would dig it.