Did Bob Dylan Just Perform 'Mr. Tambourine Man' Live After 15 Years?

Los Angeles, May 16 (NationPress) Music icon Bob Dylan graced the stage and delivered a mesmerizing performance of his legendary song 'Mr. Tambourine Man' for the first time in 15 years.

During Willie Nelson’s ‘Outlaw Music Festival Tour’, Dylan included his 1965 cult-classic hit near the end of his set, as reported by Female First UK.

The night concluded with an unexpected twist as Dylan covered The Pogues' 'A Rainy Night in Soho', wrapping up an impressive 13-track setlist. He also showcased ‘Forgetful Heart’ live for the first time since 2015, along with many other live rarities.

Earlier this year, two pages of Bob Dylan's lyrics fetched over half a million dollars at auction. The 83-year-old artist was featured in a sale hosted by Julien's Auctions in Nashville, which included over 60 items such as photographs, music sheets, a guitar, and artwork, totaling nearly $1.5 million in sales. Remarkably, the typewritten pages of Dylan's drafted lyrics for 'Mr. Tambourine Man' alone accounted for one-third of the total, with the winning bidder paying $508,000.

The yellow sheets contained handwritten annotations by the folk legend on three drafts of the 1965 song. The next highest-selling items comprised a 1968 oil painting created and signed by the ‘Lay Lady Lay’ artist, which sold for $260,000, and a custom 1983 Fender guitar that went for $225,000.

Most of the items were from the personal collection of the late music journalist Al Aronowitz, whose son Myles discovered Dylan's lyrics while sifting through 250 boxes of his father's extraordinary collection over several years.

Myles remarked, “He never threw anything away.” Al had previously stated that Dylan composed the original drafts in his New Jersey residence after parting ways with girlfriend Suze Rotolo.

According to the auction house, Al documented in a 1973 article, “Bob Dylan wrote ‘Mr. Tambourine Man’ one night in my house in Berkeley Heights, N.J., sitting with my portable typewriter at my white formica breakfast bar in a swirl of chain-lit cigarette smoke, his bony, long-nailed fingers tapping the words out on my stolen, canary-colored Saturday Evening Post copy paper while the whole time, over and over again, Marvin Gaye sang ‘Can I Get a Witness?’ from the 6-foot speakers of my hi-fi in the room next to where he was, with Bob getting up from the typewriter each time the record finished in order to put the needle back at the start.”

He later “uncovered a waste basket full of crumpled false starts,” and although he initially considered discarding them, he opted to rescue the “crumpled sheets” and smooth them out.