charmed life

so, in the past, oh 15 days, i have seen three famous people who's work i adore.

i took my mom to see merle haggard and bob dylan. it was an incredible show. i like merle haggard, don't get me wrong. but bob dylan sits high in my pantheon. seeing him in real life was amazing. from the minute he launched into "maggie's farm" until the last bit of reverb of "all along the watchtower", i was enthralled, entranced, fixated, mesmerized, etc. the whole rest of the world outside could have gone to hell, and i wouldn't have known a thing about it. some of you know my deep love for mr. dylan, so you can imagine that when he started singing "don't think twice, it's alright", that i cried a little bit. i love that song. it's one of those songs that speaks to me, and says something different every time. the harmonica solos were enough to send me into low orbit. and his lap steel player may well have ascended some kind of existencial plane and become a little more than a man and a little less than a god, that night--and he played a mean banjo, too. "like a rolling stone" was part of the second encore, and it was as tight and solid, light, and lovely as anything i've heard on an album, but better, because i was right there. i would have paid twice what i did to be there with my mom. it was amazing to see bob dylan, but it was twice as nice to see him with mom.

and then we saw dennis quaid. not only saw him play with his band, but saw him at gruene hall, and TOUCHED him (on the hand, and in a totally appropriate way, because he's remarried, now). that is one hot dad. and he plays a good show. and represents very well in real life. and he played "gloria" and "great balls of fire", two of my favorite songs, ever, in the whole world.

it's been a nice little run of good music, lately. the laundry monster demands to be appeased. and i have about 80 million things to do. c'est la vie, non?

mil besos--rmg