After a 42 year wait, since Bob picked up an electric guitar and played "Maggie's Farm," I've waited for the moment to see him with a band. Jimmie Vaughn opened, outdoors, the guest of 6,000 people and a beautiful night. Mid-way through Jimmie's set he introduced Lou Ann Barton!!!!!!!! I was beside myself. He sprung to life in the support role, which I feel is his strong suit, and they nailed the 45 minutes they had been allotted.    20 minutes later, Bob Dylan and his pathetic ensemble took the stage. It was the most awful performance I've EVER seen or heard. These yocals must dress in cowboy suits so no one will beat the crap out of them when they are recognized on the street! Bob was just horrid. Totally unprofessional, sloppy, his band couldn't play worth beans and I understood one word in the first 25 minutes, well, maybe two, depending on whether you consider "New York" one word or two. I am afraid any young MBA will see this as bolstering his/her position that someone with 45+ years experience can NOT get the job done. I may have to have AARP sue him, on our behalf! With all due respect, the show was not good. I am so sorry to admit this fact, since I am a complete Dylan fanatic, though not an idol worshipper of any sort. One should strain to understand the meaning, not the lyric. The lyric lasts but a syllable or two while the thinking goes on forever, as long as the lyric is discernible from the onset. The lyric, too, may be presented within any context the artist wishes to set it, but, this too was a failure on Bob's, and his band's, part. I've listened to Sandy Denny cover Dylan and who knows how many other thousands of versions and artists, all expressed as the artist wishes. That is the mark of a solid song and the mark of an even more solid and brilliant writer, such as Dylan, of course. A performer, though? That's iffy, at best. When I spend money, and we spent good money for this, I expect something in return. This time, "Nothing was Delivered." Between "Love and Theft," this was theft. I did not, however, pitch my CDs out the window of my car on our return home. I love the records, always have and always will and that is the reason I wanted to see him, not because he was going to perform just like the record, which would bore me to tears, rather with the hope that he would re-invent the songs and present them with authority which escaped him, this night, maybe due to a "Simple Twist of Fate." Marshall Craig Walker