Bob Dylan gets sassy on the harmonica. (Photo © 2013, Steven P. Marsh)
Nothing compares to your first time
When Bob Dylan hit the stage of the Webster Bank Arena on Friday night, July 19, I reached a major milestone.
It was my first time seeing the legend perform live.
Yes, you might think that given the underlying theme of this blog, I would have seen him before — probably many times.
Bob Dylan spent plenty of time playing the grand piano. (Photo © 2013, Steven P. Marsh)
Sure, I treasure his music. I have many of his albums. A friend and neighbor of mine managed him once, way back before Albert Grossman hooked up with him.
But Dylan was playing arenas by the time I learned to care about him. And I just don’t like arena shows, the distance, the impersonality, the commercialism.
But when I saw the lineup for this summer’s touring Americanarama Festival of Music, I decided it was time to make an exception so that I could finally see Dylan. I figured that even if Bob was awful, I’d be able to cross him off my bucket list and still get plenty of value out of Wilco and My Morning Jacket. Continue reading
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