Bob Dylan, Clyde Auditorium, review Dylan and his band walk on to a stage lit by pale yellow bulbs. He isn't playing guitar these days so spends most of the evening standing behind a piano or in the centre of the stage where his stance, left hand behind his hip, calls to mind the late great Frankie Howard. Rather than cherry picking through the jingle jangle morning of his early career, tonight's set-list stresses songs from his late period. "Things Have Changed" is fast and frantic, "What Good Am I?" - filled with doubt on record - sounds almost jaunty. This being a Dylan concert part of the, erm, fun is trying to work out what he is singing. Maybe this is the only way he has found to keep on keeping on reinventing the songs nightly, the recorded version nothing more than a basis for nightly renegotiation. This means turning detective, looking for fragments of phrases that might offer some clue; the melody and phrasing won't help. By lacing "Simple Twist of Fate" and "Tangled up in Blue" in steel guitar and setting them to a country rock rhythm Dylan was doing the musical equivalent of attaching a false moustache and plastic nose to them. A blast of harmonica and acoustic guitar began what I could have sworn was going to be "Just like a Woman" but which astonishingly turned out to be "Blowing in the Wind." And just as one is about to lose faith Dylan provides a reminder of his undimmed genius: a venomous "Pay in Blood" and a stunning "Forgetful Heart" where Dylan's ragged voice is set against Donnie Herron's delicate violin - which was simply mesmerising. Tonight was a reminder of why Dylan remains the master: a man with nothing left to prove determined to keep on going, as long as the wind keep blowing.