Sitting in the nosebleed section without the ability to capture good pictures after my camera was confiscated at the entrance of the Air Canada Centre, all I could hope to tangibly hold onto was the experience of seeing Bob Dylan live. For over two hours, I was sitting in the same room as a revolutionary singer and songwriter…and in that moment, everything was perfect.
Perched in shadows, I watched his silhouette lurch behind the piano banging out static chords. Notable harmonica sounds echoed at the back of the stadium. Dylan’s voice was distinctly different. His youthful whine matured into a gravelly Blues mystic. Throughout the set, Dylan’s humour shined with pseudo-impersonations of Elvis and random Bojangle soft-shoe dances. Hoards of business garbed people, with seemingly unmet expectations, walked out of the stadium early…I guess that is in keeping with Dylan’s thematic analyses of stuffy and faceless corporate cogs.
The music itself wasn’t the highlight of the night but the spirit of the experience. Sitting with an arm around my shoulder, the love of the 60’s enthralled our hearts. That night we went back in time and lived the free-wheelin’ spirit of an era we craved. Slightly inebriated, we went seat jumping. We moved from seat to seat. Exiting and entering new sections we admired Dylan from numerous vantage points and perspectives. By the end of the night, we saw Dylan exit the stage meters away from our eyes. Bob Dylan provided a live soundtrack to one of the most invigorating nights in my life!