I’ve just returned from seeing the legend, Bob Dylan, play at the Brixton Academy, where he’s doing several nights.

This was my fourth time seeing Dylan, and it was perhaps the best. He sounded strong, and they had his voice level up. Plus, it was by far the smallest venue I’ve seen him in, and the crowd was packed thick and vocal in their appreciation.

He could’ve stopped after playing my two favourite songs, “Maggie’s Farm” and “It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)”, within the first three, but of course he didn’t. “Mr. Tambourine Man”, “Boots of Spanish Leather”, “Cold Irons Bound”, and “Visions of Johanna” all came out. It’s amazing how hard the band can rock, too: the drive of “Honest With Me” and “Highway 61 Revisited” would make anyone’s fist pump.

The coolest bit: for the encore, he and the band do the first couple of verses of The Clash’s “London Calling”! No way! Then it’s the best song ever written, “Like a Rolling Stone”, ended by “All Along the Watchtower”.

The performance was great, the crowd was affectionate, and it’s left me all warm and fuzzy and awestruck.

I’m going again Thursday night.