This is an excellant, recent piece about Bob Dylan written by Jon Bream of the StarTribune.
“Accolades pile up. New, young fans fill audiences. Acclaim greets the latest album. But Bob Dylan remains very much a boy from the North Country.
Bob Dylan perches on the corner of a brown piano bench like a little kid on a too-big couch. His left leg dangles off to the side, right foot extending under the black baby grand. The guitarist who went electric at the Newport Folk Festival and harnessed a harmonica rack around his neck has now become a piano man.
He doesn’t play with the pounding bravado of Billy Joel, the flowing finesse of Elton John or the genre-blending beauty of Ray Charles.
With posture that would upset a piano teacher, his fingers flat on the keys, Dylan vamps on chords before 8,000 fans at Chicago’s United Center during a recent concert swing through the Midwest. He finds a groove only in the blues or when he gets transported to boogie-woogie land.