I’m breaking my No-Blogging-At-Work rule today because it’s a quiet day at the office and there’s no time at home.
I had fun at Bluesfest last night, even though Bob Dylan is so much older now and his once-gravelly voice has pretty much all been used up. I found it a little disconcerting that his songs have mutated over the years, but that’s okay. And I hear he was a bit of a prima donna backstage, making all kinds of demands and conditions, like everybody else had to get out and there were to be absolutely no cameras on the grounds and no he would not participate in the raffle for the Blues in the Schools Fundraiser.
But who cares? He’s Bob Dylan and I used to love Bob Dylan and I still love his old stuff. And even though I couldn’t see him (nor could anyone else, since he insisted that the big screen Jumbotron be turned off) there was still something special about finally almost seeing him.
I didn’t have high expectations for the music, so I wasn’t disappointed. It was enough just to be in the same place as him, and to know that if my arms were half a kilometer longer I could have actually touched him.
I haven’t been to Bluesfest yet but I walked over to the top of the Empire stairs to see if I could actually hear Bob Dylan from there, and I could, sort of. Enough to be able to say “That’s him right down there, singing Don’t Think Twice.” It was enough. I think I’ll go to Bluesfest when nobody famous is on.