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« Trisha Yearwood Cancels Tonight, Tomorrow | Main | Revive this. » Monday, August 28, 2006A hard rain fell.
Sorry, couldn't resist the play on words. Anyway, saw Bob Dylan play in Manchester last night, and the place was absolutely soaked -- it rained through the entire two hour set, at varying degrees of intensity. But what a show. As is often said of Dylan, catching one of his gigs is a bit like shoving quarters in a slot machine: half the time it's amazing, half the time the man seems to be out to totally confound the audience. But last night, we got a speak-sing rap version of "It's Alright, Ma"; a spooky, swaggering take on "Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum"; a soaring rendition of "Tangled up in Blue"; and a sinewy, riff-laden "Highway 61 Revisted". (Alright, Bob, so you forgot a couple verses; you have written roughly 3 million songs. We forgive you.) Curiously, Dylan didn't touch anything from the new disc. Since "Modern Times" hasn't left my headphones for the past three days, this was a bit disheartening. On an unrelated note, Beirut pulled off a [expletive] great show at the Mid East Downstairs on Saturday. Lest anyone be turned off by the fact that Zach Condon plays Eastern European Gypsy music, let me say this: The band has a hypeman. How sweet is that? Posted by Matt Shaer at 10:58 AM
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