Why do I love Bob Dylan? Because I love America! Don't you?
Knock Knock. (Who's there?). I saw Bob Dylan! I love him, in a non-sexual sort of way. I really do. Better update to follow.
What to say... Bob Dylan is without a doubt the greatest living songwriter (very subjective, I know. But really...), and I saw him live. I stood 20 feet from BOB. DYLAN. BOB. DYLAN. Bob Dylan could be the greatest arsehole in the world, and I don't care. I am still forever greatful to have seen him perform live, from the front row (yes meredith. Front row.) No discernable tune to anything, a little heavy on the steel guitar, and his already croaky voice sounded like he gargled with cement a half hour before the show, or was perhaps getting over a very serious case of TB. And the opening? Sounded like we were waiting for a Disneyland ride. But I. Don't. Care. I saw Bob Dylan, and that, my friends, is all that matters. Goodbye.
p.s. I bought real rainboots, with polka dots. Bring it on!
What to say... Bob Dylan is without a doubt the greatest living songwriter (very subjective, I know. But really...), and I saw him live. I stood 20 feet from BOB. DYLAN. BOB. DYLAN. Bob Dylan could be the greatest arsehole in the world, and I don't care. I am still forever greatful to have seen him perform live, from the front row (yes meredith. Front row.) No discernable tune to anything, a little heavy on the steel guitar, and his already croaky voice sounded like he gargled with cement a half hour before the show, or was perhaps getting over a very serious case of TB. And the opening? Sounded like we were waiting for a Disneyland ride. But I. Don't. Care. I saw Bob Dylan, and that, my friends, is all that matters. Goodbye.
p.s. I bought real rainboots, with polka dots. Bring it on!