To make you feel my love.
Last night I had a date with Dylan at the Paramount. It was the last night of a 3 night gig and there were tons of people standing around with an air of desperation, holding up fingers or cardboard signs, hoping to buy tickets to a sold out show.
I took this picture on the way to the entrance right before The Dude started whistling at me, asking me to pack it up so we could just go inside already, which was not so great because I was also in the midst of putting the camera in my purse and The Dude's outburst called attention to that very fact. Then when I tried to enter the rent-a-cop at the door denied me with a "sorry, no cameras".
So I did what any sane person would do. I said, "Oh, sure. No problem. I'll just go put it in the car then", walked around the corner, stuffed the camera in the bottom of my purse, waited 3 minutes and then walked back to the entrance.
As any 20s something girl can tell you, those security guys at concerts never actually look in your purse. They only ask you to unzip it and then pretend like they're looking in there, but they never actually look. My theory is they're too afraid they might see some tampons. And lord knows there is nothing scarier than a random tampon sighting.
Anywho, I don't understand what all the no camera fuss was about. What? Did they think I was going to take a picture of the concert and post it on the InternetS? Please I would never do something like that. That's just not my style.
I have to admit I didn't recognize many of the songs during the concert but I enjoyed all of them. Dylan's talent for writing lyrics that capture moments and moods in history and life is undeniable. Especially this one which made me weep.
And in related news, I managed to make it out of my apartment this morning without any earings on. File that one under reasons I don't function properly on less than 8 hours of sleep.
I took this picture on the way to the entrance right before The Dude started whistling at me, asking me to pack it up so we could just go inside already, which was not so great because I was also in the midst of putting the camera in my purse and The Dude's outburst called attention to that very fact. Then when I tried to enter the rent-a-cop at the door denied me with a "sorry, no cameras".
So I did what any sane person would do. I said, "Oh, sure. No problem. I'll just go put it in the car then", walked around the corner, stuffed the camera in the bottom of my purse, waited 3 minutes and then walked back to the entrance.
As any 20s something girl can tell you, those security guys at concerts never actually look in your purse. They only ask you to unzip it and then pretend like they're looking in there, but they never actually look. My theory is they're too afraid they might see some tampons. And lord knows there is nothing scarier than a random tampon sighting.
Anywho, I don't understand what all the no camera fuss was about. What? Did they think I was going to take a picture of the concert and post it on the InternetS? Please I would never do something like that. That's just not my style.
I have to admit I didn't recognize many of the songs during the concert but I enjoyed all of them. Dylan's talent for writing lyrics that capture moments and moods in history and life is undeniable. Especially this one which made me weep.
And in related news, I managed to make it out of my apartment this morning without any earings on. File that one under reasons I don't function properly on less than 8 hours of sleep.
posted by sprizee at Thursday, March 10, 2005
3 Comments:
I love Dylan - I think he's one of the modern era's greatest poets. I've seen him 5 times yet still one of my favorite things about going to a Dylan show is betting in advance whether or not he'll be coherent. I swear taht I've spent 2 1/2 hours memsmerized in Madison Sqaure Garden not having been able to make out one single utterance from the man - thank heaven's for the melodies!
Also, it's a good thing you resisted the temptation to take a picture and post in on the internetS because that would be so naughty.
And you are 100% on the money about the random tampon sighting.
Re: random tampon sightings.
There may be something to that. If I were some overwieght pimply security flack searching an attractive young woman, the sudden sighting of such an intimate item might cause my thoughts to wander to that portion of her anatomy that I was studiously avoiding thinking about.
And THAT would be uncomfortable.
Consider it done Smurphy.
since i can't post a comment on your blog, if you could insert this in the end as my comment that woudl be great and thx.
Murphy. 10:29 AM EST / 7:29 AM PST
I like it when you say that you would never do anything as egregious as post pictures from illegal photographic equipment and then you do. the apparent contradiciton with the underlying truth really makes me
laugh.
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