Slow Train Coming, But Coming Nonetheless

Here is a live version of "Slow Train Coming" from the late 80s, somewhere in northern Europe--Rotterdam, I think. Bob is resplendent in this performance, and his aura is enhanced by the super shitty camera work done by some jack in the audience. He's singing one of his great gospel tunes and he actually looks quite appropriately like Jesus Christ, complete with halo and all. When the camera zooms out, we learn that the backing band is Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers. Now, as a nights and weekends Dylanologist, I of course knew those guys toured together around that time, but I obviously didn't have the date locked in because the reveal really surprised me.
He starts the song slowly and soulfully, and does a few verses like this--so many verses in fact that you start to think that's how the whole song will play out. But then he kicks it into gear after about the third verse. That's a vintage move. Part of the man's artistry is that he is so unexpected and so raw, almost all the time. He pushes too hard, too far, too fast, too soon. He's not packed but fuck it, I'm ready to go, and he goes there anyway, without his toothbrush or the book he wanted to bring along. He tries and fails constantly, and at the last minute he trades in his ticket and books a flight somewhere else at the last minute.  As evidence, note how he is essentially constructing the phrasing for the backup singers on the spot, just before the false ending, when he mouths the lyrics for them.