Okay, so we aren't ugly. We're beautiful. And we definitely have the music--or rather, it has us.
Tonight was my first time seeing Bob Dylan in concert. I was supposed to see him last year at Deer Valley, but a shitstorm (well, not an actual shitstorm--more of a rainstorm) hit and my dad, sister, and I (unfortunately) split.
Saltair may not be the number one place for musical events, but at least it was dry as a bone inside (that's what he said?)... Well, except for the occasional drip drop of water leaking from the ceiling. I'm guessing it was water and not the sweat/spit/other bodily fluid of the tye dyed dude behind me.
Thank you, Bob, for casting a great shadow. Thank you for playing "Ballad of a Thin Man." Thank you for bringing together generations of people who care about your words. Thank you for that hat.
Confession: This post was supposed to be about something depressing, like my chronic depression. It was supposed to be about my frustrations with not feeling any emotions (except for the emotion of frustration, apparently). It was supposed to discuss in an abstract way my past. It was supposed to cast a great shadow on the world of blogs and the blog of the world. It never was.
But here's my post-Bob Dylan concert post. Enjoy. Or rather, enjoyed.