A Museum Piece

Yesterday Brittany and I got to see Bob Dylan for our first time at Grand Prairie's Quik Trip Park, which is a local minor league baseball team's home. It was a great time, even though it lasted for 6 hours and started at 530, the heat settled down after a while and we were able to enjoy. Willie Nelson started the show, feeling a bit extra welcomed in his home state. He rewarded us with a great backdrop and a much better than expected performance.



We didn't capture any waves of his, but they were the funniest part of the evening. Instead, we got a shot of him pointing at some people in the crowd. Oh Willie.



Then it was the forgettable John Mellencamp. My opinion of him was a Bruce Springsteen wannabe but with really dumb hair, a little too much botox, and some questionable singing stances. Anyway, I didn't go to see him so it didn't matter to me. The real deal was up next.

Bob showed up next. When he walked out, all I could think about was that it was actually him. He never said a word to the audience, never made a facial expression, but still he kept your attention the entire time. He's easily the most intimidating musician ever and I couldn't imagine how anyone could feel comfortable having a conversation with him. You let him do his thing, and we listen.

His intro was similar to a boxing promoter. He opened with Leopard Skin Pillbox Hat. Below is a video.



Here is another picture. It was too difficult to get anything better than this, so tough luck.



For a good, true review of the event, click here.

Good ole Bob.