A week ago I went to see Bob Dylan play at Kings Theatre. The last time I knew of someone going to see Dylan play live was my high school friend Leigh (not her real name), who went to see him in 2006 or 2007—I don’t remember exactly which, but it was for sure one of those two because I do remember that when she told me we were in geography class, and that was in the 9th grade. I could be wrong about that. The geography class was taught by one of the football coaches; he was always making lawyer jokes, as we eventually learned, because his wife had left him for one. Leigh missed two days of classes so she and her mom could go to Virginia to see the show, and when she came back to school afterward she told me, from her seat one row to the right and one desk back from mine, that it had not been good. Dylan was sloppy and rude to the audience. But she was glad she went. We turned back to face forward in our seats and settled in for Coach Rollins’s (also not his real name! Protect the innocent!) routine drilling of the ninety-five counties of Tennessee and their respective seats.
bob dylan
bob dylan
bob dylan
A week ago I went to see Bob Dylan play at Kings Theatre. The last time I knew of someone going to see Dylan play live was my high school friend Leigh (not her real name), who went to see him in 2006 or 2007—I don’t remember exactly which, but it was for sure one of those two because I do remember that when she told me we were in geography class, and that was in the 9th grade. I could be wrong about that. The geography class was taught by one of the football coaches; he was always making lawyer jokes, as we eventually learned, because his wife had left him for one. Leigh missed two days of classes so she and her mom could go to Virginia to see the show, and when she came back to school afterward she told me, from her seat one row to the right and one desk back from mine, that it had not been good. Dylan was sloppy and rude to the audience. But she was glad she went. We turned back to face forward in our seats and settled in for Coach Rollins’s (also not his real name! Protect the innocent!) routine drilling of the ninety-five counties of Tennessee and their respective seats.