Bob Dylan's like socialism: attractive when you're 16 (indeed, when I was 16 I thought he was God -- "As easy it was to tell black from white, it was all that easy to tell wrong from right"), appalling when you're 60.

At least the original has the advantage of all the pop music from my youth - it's all mixed up with "coming of age" and hormones, and is therefore viewed through rose-tinted specs - but yesterday's reworking was awful (I suppose I ought to add "IMHO").

I thought M Carthy particularly poor; I haven't listened to him for years, thinking his recent performances to be more like caricatures of folk singing than folk singing, but his voice was weedy and wobbly: a bit like Dylan's original, but without the familiarity.

That sounds terribly bitter, doesn't it? Sorry.