more about my DYLAN experience...
i wish i knew where Steve Mahoney was right now. he was the first person that i ever met that was really into Bob Dylan. i couldn't understand his fascination though. Steve was pretty much a "buzz junkie" i think, but he was also what i'd consider a pretty solid man of words and song. anyway, this post is not about Steve, who i could or may write more about at another time, or may borrow from the character of for inspiration for my own fictional writing... i want to speak about what seeing Bob Dylan perform the other night was like for me.
going to a concert is like meeting up with family. and usually there is some dysfunctionallity involved. you will find all manner of characters in a concert family as you would at a family gathering; be it a reunion or a Thanksgiving-like dinner. the neat thing though about concert families is that you get a different kind of family to hang out with depending on the type of music you are going to hear performed. it is especially true if the music performer is one that is strongly loved by the audience.
anyway, this crowd i was amongst on Tuesday night truly loved Bob Dylan. and his music, and the listening to it over the years of their lives made them loving people. i've been amongst some mean and ugly music families at heavy metal shows. this was the closest to a "love fest" that i've ever seen. anyway, that was not what i was there for. i talked to two people while i stood in line, which made me feel good. but weird, that when i got inside and found my spot on the ground to wait the hour before the show started no one else would speak to me.
i was there to be near Bob. to hear his words, his music, to feel his vibes, and to breath the same air that he breathed. i wanted to be in the presence of greatness. and i was. it was the greatest performer's presence i believe that i have ever had the privelge of standing before. Bob Dylan is a person that does what he wants and says what he wants with so little regard for what people think, i think he, for the literarily depressed, he is the hallmark bastion of defense who cries "stand proud and declare thy destiny, humble soul, for who is there to light thy path but thy self!".
i've read all the reviews of Tuesday night's show by the veterans who have seen Dylan 200+ times and are "buzzed" silly by their addiction. this was my first time to see him, and yes, given the chance to see him again i will take it, but to have not even discovered the magic of his music until the summer of my 47th year, and that gift was offered to me by the hand of a child... this was a profound experience for me that i will not let fade into my memory easily.
going to a concert is like meeting up with family. and usually there is some dysfunctionallity involved. you will find all manner of characters in a concert family as you would at a family gathering; be it a reunion or a Thanksgiving-like dinner. the neat thing though about concert families is that you get a different kind of family to hang out with depending on the type of music you are going to hear performed. it is especially true if the music performer is one that is strongly loved by the audience.
anyway, this crowd i was amongst on Tuesday night truly loved Bob Dylan. and his music, and the listening to it over the years of their lives made them loving people. i've been amongst some mean and ugly music families at heavy metal shows. this was the closest to a "love fest" that i've ever seen. anyway, that was not what i was there for. i talked to two people while i stood in line, which made me feel good. but weird, that when i got inside and found my spot on the ground to wait the hour before the show started no one else would speak to me.
i was there to be near Bob. to hear his words, his music, to feel his vibes, and to breath the same air that he breathed. i wanted to be in the presence of greatness. and i was. it was the greatest performer's presence i believe that i have ever had the privelge of standing before. Bob Dylan is a person that does what he wants and says what he wants with so little regard for what people think, i think he, for the literarily depressed, he is the hallmark bastion of defense who cries "stand proud and declare thy destiny, humble soul, for who is there to light thy path but thy self!".
i've read all the reviews of Tuesday night's show by the veterans who have seen Dylan 200+ times and are "buzzed" silly by their addiction. this was my first time to see him, and yes, given the chance to see him again i will take it, but to have not even discovered the magic of his music until the summer of my 47th year, and that gift was offered to me by the hand of a child... this was a profound experience for me that i will not let fade into my memory easily.
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