On the train down to see Bob Dylan play again at Manchester last week I got to wondering what is it about Dylan that still so captivates me, and thousands of others, after all these years. Surely the gilt must tarnish, the appeal must fade to some degree – but this doesn’t appear to be the case. Maybe it’s the case with all true fans. There’s a central core of loyalty and belief in the artist that never falters. That remains fresh and true. Despite low points, disappointing gigs or albums, lack of output, changes of tack etc. there is something between artist and follower that forms such a close bond its unbreakable. Dylan has stretched that thesis more than most. Famous for dodging definition, and resisting identification, Dylan has shaken off the avid grip off the zealots and plotted his own course through the channels of artistic fame. And ironically, maybe its this quality that so endears him to his fans. Being so true to his artistic calling allows followers, in a similar way, to preserve their credibility. It’s this honesty that defines him. And, listening to the wonderful version of “Forgetful Heart” in Manchester and the manner that Dylan phrased the words it became clear that this was indeed the case. A brilliant performance, from a brilliant concert in a brilliant tour. Keep on rolling Bob. And thanks for the ride.