I totally agree with the tears and crying and the emotions and joy at the end of the show. Still, I wonder why there’s nobody who ever writes “Holy Fuck what a show, what a smorgasbord of rock’n’roll sybaritism. I experienced a total psycho sexual pleasure, I suffered from acute priapism for almost 3 hours. It’s just a pity for that Seeger Sessions/Sunny Day/Lonesome day (you name your despised piece here) crap, but for the rest what a fucking wonder”.
No, everybody sticks to the mystical-romantic-epic-visionary-religious experience. But for me, it’s as good as sex. And I think his live shows are like sex: even when it’s not so good, it’s still really really good.