"You gotta a lot of nerve asking me a question like that"

Kolmapäeval, 4.juunil, sai Bob Dylani kontserdil käidud..Ning kuigi mehike on 67,he still gets it right..

Dylan&Co did an excellent job,playing old&well-known songs with new arrangements..
From the first note until the end there was constant energy, beauuuuuuutiful guitarsounds, amazing drums - a perfect composition!:D
Dylan was sideways towards the audience as always, playing the keyboard and singing/talking his songs..the 'talking' songs are kinda hard to understand for someone who's not familiar with his work
They played 15 songs plus 2 during the encore..
Got 'All Along The Watchtower', but no 'Leopard-Skin Pill-box Hat' or 'Like A Rolling Stone'..guess LARS is one of the many songs on rotation during the tour..

Intro(same as every concert)and the '..Hat' from Helsinki concert couple of days earlier..bear in mind,its a bootleg,not video..





And now the negative aspects (but they don't weigh down the positive ones):
1. If i go to a concert, im in my own bubble of wonderful music. I don't run back&forth, getting more beer etc.
2. Okei, a seated concert, but do you have to sit like a freaking statue the entire 2 hours?!
3. No more of that sucky Saku Arena and its sucky sound!
4. The people, who sat in the first row must be pretty pissed off, because security werent doing their job - as soon as the first chords were played, people run to the front and therefore blocked the view for the first row.. TISK TISK towards SA.
5. Estonians..public..evolution..in need..much, much..



But i have one question:
Where was the naked golden man?!?
didn't see him on top of the speaker..
has he been out for a long time already,or what?not part of this tour?




Edit:
from http://www.boblinks.com/060408r.html

"Blowin in the Wind" was an especially appropriate final song. When
Dylan asks "how many years must a people exist before they're allowed to
be free" before a crowd of Estonians who have persevered through brutal
Nazi German and Soviet occupations and somehow come out the other end with
their culture intact– it resonates. When he sang those lines, I couldn't
help but conjure the image of a picture I'd seen that illustrates how one
Estonian family defied their persecutors and laid a white rug on the
floor, a black cloth on the table and blue curtains around the window – so
that the Estonian flag could be present in their home during the
oppressive years. As he sang I remembered a story told to me by my
friend's Grandfather, an Estonian captive of the Soviet Army, who stopped
to gather earth from his home country in an empty matchbook before being
marched across the border into Russia and a Siberian prison camp. How many
years, indeed.

tear..tear..