Well, I can say that I have seen Bob Dylan in concert. Unfortunately, that is about all I can say. His concert at the Kolf Sports Center tonight left more than a little to be desired. I became suspicious when the music immediately preceeding Dylan's entrance was "Fanfare for the Common Man," by Aaron Copland; I mean, really...why didn't he just go all in and crank "Thus Spake Zarathustra?" I became more suspicious when I realized he was not going touch a guitar at any point during the concert. The fate of the show was clinched as it proceeded further and further into the depths of schlocky rock riffs and corny rock-a-billy romanticism.
Now, I want to make it clear that there is no respect lost, on my part, with regard to Mr. Dylan. He's still the guy who wrote "Maggie's Farm" and "Subterranean Homesick Blues" and nothing can change that. However, it is important to call a spade a spade, and then use that spade to dig a hole in which to bury all memory of a very bad concert. After all, Dylan is very old, and there aren't many rock stars who have proven capable of aging gracefully. Why should Bob be any different? It's only natural. Right?
Also, the crowd was full of old people, so I didn't even get to have a good contact buzz.
Plus, it looks like we're going to have 4 more years of Bush.
F*ck.
Well...welcome to the Word Hole.
