the ghost at the spectacle

a ghostly experience tonight at a soccer stadium in a southwest quadrant of the city, this marathon music fest with 4 bands, the last which was Bob Dylan and his band. the audience seemed to be there more for the spectacle of seeing Bob Dylan than to see him, unfiltered by the spectacle.

And Dylan himself appeared as a ghost hovering over the spectacle. his voice sounding as you might imagine a ghost might sound. either emerging from some ancient ruins or disintegrating back into them. his old songs, now so foreign to him, but given new life by his ghost who could remember neither the melodies nor the words.

i was spellbound and bewildered, and how often can i say that about anything? you don’t have to answer that question.


About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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