I went to see Bob Dylan in Liverpool and was left speechless by what happened outside after the show.

The atmosphere was fresh. The eyes became wide open, and the senses became a little sharper. I sat down in my seat and looked around the arena, which was packed as all the seats were taken.

The lights dimmed as five men, including Bob, walked onto the stage. crowd erupted into cheers and whistles as I knew I was about to experience something special.

The lead singer of Blown’ In the Wind walked up to the piano and the band began to play. They performed elegantly on the center stage of the arena, surrounded by stage lights that only added to the class.

I can assure you that not a single song sounded like the original, but that is his style. Any fan who has listened to the pioneering artist’s live albums would know this, but those who haven’t may have been caught off guard.

Bob’s age was obvious, but his ability to carry the show and give the fans a special evening was amazing. He performed songs from his incredible seven decades in music such as Black Rider, Watching the River Flow and Every Grain of Sand.

Each arrangement was different and it felt like you were listening to a completely new song. You have to give it to him. He is 83 years old and can still play and sing his heart out. The thousands in attendance were of course in awe as he played his signature harmonica.

Bob made my night, a night I will never forget. However, all good things must come to an end – and at 9.10pm the lights came on, signaling that our time in the arena in the company of one of the greatest artists of all time was over.

But that wasn’t the end of my special experience as I was left speechless after what happened as I walked out of the M&S Bank Arena. The crowd returned to Liverpool. embankment to be greeted by a street musician who looked a lot like Bob.

Hundreds, seemingly thousands, gathered around him. Everyone stood together; I smile, I cry, I laugh, I dance. Sing along heartily as he performed some of Bob’s most famous songs, such as “Like A Rolling Stone” and “It Ain’t Me Babe.”

The street musician’s name was Frankie Dlowen, and he is the frontman of a Bob Dylan cover band called the Bo Band. What a moment it was for Frankie. Those who watched gave him so much money and I’m still sitting here wondering how much he made.

His guitar case was full of sheet music and people in flat caps were voluntarily walking around collecting any small items to reward Frankie for his performance. The audience sang at the top of their lungs. Some wrote it down, others just lived in the moment.

A good 30-40 minutes passed before the people decided it was time to go home. Standing there and watching the big wheel spin while I listened to people sing and smile together after Bob Dylan performed in Liverpool is something I never want to forget.