It’s Bob Dylan Day. A holiday not known or celebrated by anyone but me, but I hope by sharing it you join me in celebration. To my knowledge, it’s not a date of any significance to Mr. Dylan’s life, or to anyone else for that matter.
But last year on this date I saw Bob Dylan perform live. It was a magical experience full of good company, a lot of laughter, magically appearing money, comped tickets, thousands of crazy Cougars (the Mellencamp variety), and let’s not forget Dylan himself. For me it was this amazing a-ha moment, when I suddenly understood the significance of what I was seeing. A living legend perform. A man I would argue is the greatest songwriter of all time. And clearly the foundation to nearly all the artists I love. For some reason I didn’t fully get it until then.
While everyone else heads to the first football game of the season, I am headed home to listen to Dylan on vinyl and read the this copy of Rolling Stone that I kept for the occasion.
And I’m going to love every minute of it.