To the Brixton Academy last night to see Bob Dylan and his Band in concert. Cool man… very cool…. this guy was a Columbia recording artist four years before I was born! It took me a while to get used to standing up all the way through a concert which I don’t think I’ve done since I saw The Pretenders at Poole Arts Centre in 1982-ish. I also struggled for a bit with irritation at just how tall some people can be especially when they are standing between you and a glimpse of a music legend.
So I don’t know whether it was me or the great man who took time to warm up, but it wasn’t until two-third in with Hard Rain that I felt it really started to get going – and the encore, Like a Rolling Stone and All Along the Watchtower, were probably the best bit of the whole night. I was grateful however to be reminded of that great little song The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll and to hear it straight from the man himself in his white hat, box-back coat and rhinestone seamed trousers was transcendental.
This morning I had very tired calves, knees and hips from standing on a slope all night and sore shoulders from way too much overhead clapping. Yeah, now is the time for your tears.