Wednesday night we ventured to the Peabody Opera House to see none other than Bob Dylan in concert. Anticipating the event, my mind was filled with images of the 60's, peace signs, and plenty of groovy tunes. But when Dylan took the stage I realized one thing right away. Just like me, he's getting older. This brought my mind straight back to the present. It's 2013, and baby things have changed.
His voice has become quite gritty, probably through years of hard use and more than a few cigarettes. But when he sang, he owned each and every vocal. Dylan didn't play guitar, but blew on his faithful harmonica and plunked out a few melodies on the keyboard. I must admit that I didn't recognize most songs. He's transformed even his well known pieces through new rhythms and timing.
The concert may not have been the blast from the past that I expected, but that's okay. If Dylan can put aside the decades to keep doing what he loves, maybe the rest of us can, too.
The man is an icon and it's pretty darn groovy that I got the chance to see him.
