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At the risk of sounding like everyone else who has ever, in their right mind seen or heard of Bob Dylan. He is the most amazing man that ever walked this planet. I mean yes, Conor Oberst, Ben Gibbard, these are all pretty spectacular artists. But Bobby, well he's had his name, well known for good reason. I cried four different times last night seeing him with Will. It was... a priceless moment. 60 year old people made friends with us, smoking weed and dancing. Singing along with him. And Bob Dylan's whole aura was amazing. He lit up the stage in every way. After all these years of performing, he can still leave people utterly speechless. The way he plays guitar, piano, and especially the harmonica... that's one of the things that got me so emotional. And when he danced, i couldn't help but move. Out of everything he played, the last last song was blowin in the wind. And when i closed my eyes, i pictured myself, back in 8th grade again. In that same room Lindsay shared with her brother. Sitting on the carpet, after one of our excited talks about the future. All the things we wanted to happen, what we swore we would one day become. Everything was quiet and all i could hear was his voice, and all i could see was her face and how whole i felt. How that moment gave me hope again. Suddenly for the last time that night, i opened my eyes and my cheeks were streamed with tears. I held my hand across my chest, gripping at my heart because that wholeness was still there. I do believe last night changed something in me. And i wish for everyone to experience that feeling at least once in their lives.