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.