For Bob Dylan, nostalgia is death, the direct is more important than the disc. He's already given over 4,000 concerts. He has never recorded a record of so many admirable singers. It seems to have a lot of experience on stage, hardened in eleven battles, even though it maintains an essential agility. It seems to have a secret that you have taken milk from thousands of cows and that you have not yet come to know. It's as mysterious as the devil.

Last Friday night we were in Barakaldo. In BEC there were a multitude of old, young, black, hippies, officials, etc. No sarracens, no Chinese. Modest employees, the entrance was worth half that of the Kursaal of Tom Waits. When we walked into the room, the streetlights would start to turn on, the air would calm down and a noise would be heard in the sky. As always, he offered us an hour performance and three quarters, 20 songs, eight prior to 1997.

The security officers took care of the hands of peaceful amateurs, since all recording is prohibited. A week earlier, Dylan had stopped his second visa because the flash of a mobile phone that was recording him bothered him. After scolding the audience, he stumbled and almost met with Elvis and Laboa.

He sang for the first time publicly at the age of four, for his relatives, his grandmother's birthday day, and, giving them a kick on the ground, he caught their attention and told them: “I’ll start only once everyone has calmed down and shut down.” It continues to demand that respect 73 years later. However, we soon forget the security test, as we have become accustomed to controlling the Internet and wherever.

Things Have Changed was in charge of launching the show. Dylan made it clear to us how he feels about himself in the world. “People are stupid and the strange time; I’m trapped and locked too far; I used to care, but things have changed.”

Both Dylan's voice and singing are unusual. In spite of that, they give him wood. It complains: "Why do you write that I sing like a toad?" Tom Waits has never been charged this way! ". Don't worry, Bob, the toad, as Koldo Izagirre, the forest ruisir, says. In addition, the ones released by Tryin’ To Get To Heaven become more credible in the singing of the toad, “when you think you’ve lost everything, you realize you can still lose a little more.”

Where does he get so much sarcasm and reproach, especially from orthodoxy, is he making progress? Plagiarism, funnel, thief, excessively Jewish, too Christian, too apathetic, old and pale, hoop, capitalist, smokes too much, drinks too much... It is true that he now produces his own whisky, Heaven’s Door, and that in the concerts that have not been anything bad we have seen him clearly drunk in Euskal Herria, but that happened before the mid-1990s, before his children asked him to leave the jet and Dylan would give up. They also asked her to leave the tobacco, but it's not that easy.

On the other hand, in addition to the plug, Dylan's song has a touch of a very high bell, oxidized shrapnel, soft and delicate shades. Sometimes he picks up all that in the same song, like in Early Roman Kings of our concert: “Tomorrow Friday, let’s see what happens, everyone is talking about the first Roman kings.”

The third song was Highway 61 Revisited. In 1905, the Russian Tsar helped Jewish persecution, killed and tortured thousands of Jews and Dylan's grandparents had to flee from Odessa to the United States. Bob Dylan's first name is Shabtai Zissel ben Avraham, because his father was called Abraham, although he was called by the Abe chicharrón. Teenage Dylan was brought a rabbi from New York to help him read and interpret the Bible carefully. The Revelation has a special importance in his imagination. On the contrary, the “Revisited Highway 61” is based on Genesis. So the son of Abe sang to us: “Oh, God told Abraham ‘kill your son for me’; Abe answered him ‘Chinese, do you mock?’; God told Abraham ‘what?’; God ‘would do whatever you want, Abe, but when you see me next time, you better go running’; Abe ‘where you want to commit that crime’; God ‘out, 61’.

The fifth song was not Cry A While, as in the past few months, but Dignity, who didn't sing since 2012. The astonished followers: “A lean man looking at his last meal, for dignity; wherever I go, I ask the police if he has seen dignity.”

The rejuvenated Like A Rolling Stone raised public enthusiasm to the top. The ambiguous Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right shocked the depths of depressions. The most unknown song of the performance, Honest With Me, brought the courage: “I don’t regret anything I’ve done. I'm glad I flushed. Yes, I wish we won.” Soon After Midnight was the heart and talisman of the concert. I agree with the reading that they kill the skinny client of the slut house.

The Minnesota guy doesn't stand out about the song, he humbly puts his courage and his encouragement at the service of the song. These songs are not just hobbies, but fellow travelers to live in a free and invisible republic. They rule the lives of a lot of people. They talk about weird things that happen to him or see Dylan. Before bringing her to sing, she has reflected and understood in her own way this fact or spectacle, thus moving away from general opinion and common place.

No one danced, although when they played Highway 61 Revisited, Dignity, Honest With Me or Thunder On The Mountain some fans got up and directed idolatrous motions and screams. It has the fingers affected by an arthritis, it can't play the guitar, but it can play the piano. Only once he departed from the piano, halfway through the performance, to sing Scarlet Town. Dylan is an exotic man and well known for his image. However, he was arrested in 2009. The young agent suspected that the old man, only who had travelled in the rain, had not escaped from a hospital. His wandering walk seemed inevitable to him, and when we heard Scarlet Town we saw the musical we had been able to walk through. “In the Scarlet city in which I was born, we fight the ghosts of my parents; Uncle Tom continues to work for Uncle Bill; help comes, but too late; if love is a sin, beauty is a crime…”

Next to me, Hernani’s official assured me that Dylan had looked at him while he was singing at Pay In Blood “come, I will break your head nauseabunda.” He had been violently in contact with his eyes. The supply of Dylan's poison is infinite and all the followers want a little bit.

The atmosphere remained warm and shiny as it left the room.