Dylan was distant from the outset. He played The Times They Are A-Changin' and the few who were still chatting with a beer in their hands let themselves be carried away by the fervor of mysticism. He didn't utter a single word after the song, not even a "hello" or a "thanks." "It doesn't matter, it's Dylan!" said an excited young guy standing next to a group of unusually calm Hell's Angels. For the first time on a tour, Dylan was directing his band from behind a keyboard in the corner of the stage-a band in which the Gibsons, the Pauls, The Fender Telecasters and the Stratocasters were howling out country-rock, folk and rhythm & blues like never before.
After a few beats, guitarists Larry Campbell and Stu Kimball let their guitars rip and the acclaimed Highway 61 Revisited exploded into the air with an instrumental pureness that captivated the crowd. There was not a single lighter in sight, nor were there many voices or hands to be heard. The crowd's soul was focusing on listening to the very best of music: a music that doesn't hurt when it beats. Dylan continued to leave his band in the limelight, limiting himself to commenting on details to a member of the group between songs, and without losing the beat for an hour and a half.

In the encore, Dylan emerged soberly onto the stage, walking slowly towards the keyboards. Only he knew what was about to happen-and the crowd was waiting for him. A note sounded and he gave the crowd what they had been asking for. He started playing Mr. Tambourine Man. And just when his performance started to seem like a concert, he abandoned his keyboard, turned around, and hesitated for a second before returning. And then, with the command of a general leading his troops, he started to play the notes of Like a Rolling Stone. The crowd went crazy, and Dylan can't have been unaware of the effect he was having. During the last song, he picked up a guitar and honored the crowd with a few notes; however, he seemed to tire after just a few seconds and returned to his keyboard. The times they a-change everything.

When the music stopped, Dylan turned to the center of the stage, shouted out a heartfelt "We love you," lowered his head, and disappeared into the darkness of the backstage. He had gone. What's certain is that not all the times are a-changin, but that time a-changes everything…