I've been mulling over what Allen wrote. Dylan's oeuvre through Blonde On Blonde was extraordinary - I'd extend that through the Basement Tapes. It started to fade on John Wesley Harding - were these songs deep or merely riddles? Then began his long decline. There are certainly tracks or albums that I've loved, and it's interesting that often those differ from what "most" people think: I loved Nashville Skyline, New Morning, Planet Waves, Desire, Infidels, Knocked Out Loaded, The Traveling Wilburys...but it's obvious that those are the work of a different artist, one possessed of an increasing self-consciousness and sense of self-importance and, yes, self-righteousness. His work became less interesting, at least to me, as the man became less interesting and more creepy.
I saw him at Foxwoods in the early 2000s. There was a banner projected behind the stage before the band came on. I wish I had a picture of it. It showed an eye (as in an all-seeing eye) and text describing Dylan in a semi-messianic way. Yuck.
As his voice deteriorated, it was stunning to hear that cracked voice placed up front and center on albums like Modern Times, Together Through Life and Tempest. I found it unpleasant to listen to, and I was uninterested in the songs' subject matter. It was time for me to get off the bus.