Feeling lucky? Well, youll need more than that if youre one of the 9,000 ticket holders with access to Bob Dylans small three-night stint, which ends tonight. Whether hes butchering Maggies Farm into some sort of reproductively unfathomable tangle (Maggies ma is not 21!), or playing indistinguishable Modern Timescountry-cana jamboree until his and your 10-gallon hats wilt, the Greatest American Poet to Also Shill for Victorias Secret treads dangerously and reliably in disappointing concert experiences. What could live up to his insurmountable, eloquent, generation-defining folk catalog? Actually playing some more of it. But here lies his real genius: Sometimes, he actually does. Sometimes, he does give the people what they want, as counterintuitive as that may be to him, and its a spectacular experience. Hopefully, some New Yorkers will hear just that.
Nov. 22-24, 7 p.m., 2010