Bob and the Dylans

The clouds hung naked and unseen by these eye sockets screeching SEE ME SEE ME. After a fancy oyster dinner experience, bar known for businessmen who want to drink and not go home yet, medium-rare steak sloshed slippy and scrumptiously with some Ommegang. We slipped and slid down the mashing streets stretching and contracted in my waves. Finally after a short and to the point cab ride, we arrived at the simple red lettering light bulbs saying the only proper nouns you needed to hear, Bob Dylan. He is known for starting on time, only arriving on stage 5 to 7 minutes after 8:00, as the website text told my cerebral cortex. His voice sounds closer to emotive gravel of Tom Waits. When he played "Stuck Inside a Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again", my heart skipped several beats.

During endless amount of people surrounding and uncomfortably comfortable about slightly touching you, my father and uncle left me with my aunt to go get beer. During this time, my father finally made it near the front. A man tried to cut in front of him to which my father replied "There's a line here." The man snapped back at him "I don't see a sign for it anywhere." My father, stunned almost questioningly asks "Do you want to fight?" The man snaps back a second time saying "Maybe.(ghasps).(heard).How about I buy you all your drinks?" My dad's cringed the left side of his face with an upturned smile throwing back "We are drinking tequila." The new friend said "I would love tequila."

Anyway, you couldn't really understand Bob Dylan and we could barely see him until like 75% into the show. The sound seems to be improving at Terminal 5 ever since I saw an old favorite band of mine's first show I ever saw them, The World/Inferno Friendship Society.

Overall a pretty great show. The further you stood back, the more it smelled like some great Brooklyn greenery. The only thing they cared that you brought in were cameras, which apparently Bob Dylan asked for no photography. I guess if I had the camera in my pocket, i could have got it in, but I was staying the night at my sister's, so I had everything in my backpack for the night. They forced me to check my bag, whatever. Great times, great people, and father of the anti-culture, Robert Zimmerman, as known as Bob Dylan. The man.

-Chakrah