Bob in the rain

And Willie, too.

Crazy enough to brave a steady downpour, I soaked up a few hours worth of great music last night. Willie Nelson opened up with a lively, if stock, set; he sang the songs you know and expect him to sing. Which isn't a knock: I loved it all. However, when Bob Dylan follows your act with his ever kaleidoscopic renditions, well, what can you do? Sing your songs and be done qwith it.

Dylan entered to a cheeky intro, which began as your typical boilerplate blurb "He was the voice of the blah blah...." but gradually began to poke fun at later foibles with phrases like "adrift in a haze of mind-altering drugs," "on the brink of irrelevance," and more. It seemed typically perverse and I had to smile. It was almost like, yeah, yeah, I'll show you who I am.

Songs played: "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall," "Just Like a Woman," country-tinged and gorgeous, "Visions of Johanna," "It's Alright, Ma, I'm Only Bleeding," "Masters of War," a majestic rave-up, "Summer Day," "Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum," "All Along the Watchtower," and several others I'm forgetting. Great show. His voice is shot now, of course, but that almost works in his favor. It's still expressive.

Very much worth the soaking.

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Finally: two weeks worth of intermittent internet access have finally been fixed.

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Back to Buffy: the school year slowed me down considerably in watching Buffy seasons. It must have been last fall I finished season 3. I started 4 fairly soon after but I'm only now picking it back up in earnest. I'm down to the last three episodes. I'll be damned if the episode in which Oz finally returns didn't have me choking up. Willow in turmoil does not sit well with me. :)

Season 4 has some of the funniest stuff ever: Xander and Anya; Spike; Giles crooning "Behind Blue Eyes"!

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Ok, reader participation time: who would you want to portray you in your Lifetime bio-pic?