We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The man refuses to retire to his pads in Malibu, New Orleans, and Scotland on his Social Security, and thus sets a good example for us all. Most days now, he can only croak like a frog but on some days he can sort-of sing the songs. But that's not the point.
The rumor is that arthritis is what has him banging chords on the piano instead of using his guitar. I don't know. The olde expression is "It's good enough for rock n' roll." Sipp can maybe splain that to you.
I plan to catch Bob somewhere this fall, with the kids and some of my pals. Good fun, even if it were not with the great Knopfler.
You have to admire people who just won't quit, who keep on keepin' on. It's an American thing.
One feature of Dylan performances is the age range of the audiences these days. Are we tempted to bring the tiny one along? Yes, tempted. He did seem to enjoy Paul Simon.