Three days of AJC brainstormin’ can take a lot out of a guy. And, in the interest of full disclosure, I topped off Day 3 by sitting through a five-hour concert: Willie Nelson, John Cougar Mellencamp and my Facebook friend Bobby D. at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre in Alpharetta. And I was so cogitatively overtaxed after all of the above I did what even a dumb guy like me can manage:
I took two days off.
I did nothing except read, sleep and eat, not necessarily in that order. And what did I read? Glad you asked. Two books (and now on a third) by the Swedish crime writer Hakan Nesser, whom I would highly recommend. Heck, anything written by any Swedish crime writer — Henning Mankell, Asa Larsson (not to be confused with the late Stieg Larsson, whose “The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo” is likewise quite good), the team of Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö — is worth your while, IMHO.
OK, and now you’re asking: How was Bobby? Started nicely — “Watchin’ the River Flow” and “Don’t Think Twice … ” — started to drag, finished strong. Song No. 8 was “Workingman’s Blues #2,” and this rendition ranks with the best moments I’ve witnessed Mr. Dylan have live. (”My Back Pages” from Philips Arena on Feb. 9, 2002, would be up there, as would “Not Dark Yet” from the Tabernacle on April 13, 2005. And his tribute to his “close buddy” George Harrison — “Something” — at Madison Square Garden on Nov. 13, 2002.) And from there on every song was tremendous.
If you watch closely, you can tell what Bobby thinks of a show, and he liked this one. He laughed for no apparent reason when introducing the band before the last encore — “All Along the Watchtower,” done in horror-movie tempo, if you can believe that — and when he and the boys did their stand-and-stare-at-the-audience thing the great man himself couldn’t stand still. He kept doing that little Dylan shimmy and making odd hand gestures, but he seemed in no hurry to leave. And neither was I.
But now it’s back to work, and much has happened in my protracted sojourn. The Braves traded for Ol’ Rochy and the Falcons went to camp without Roddy White and the Thrashers cut Kovy (just seeing if you’re paying attention), and I had a tough call to make today: Day 2 at Flowery Branch or Game 3 of Braves-Dodgers? After much brainstormin’ — once you get in the habit, it’s tough to break — I picked the latter.
Tune in a bit later — say 6:30 p.m. — and you should see a new post on a Braves’ topic of great interest. (Meaning: I haven’t picked one yet.) And I apologize for my lengthy absence. But sometimes you’ve just got to vegetate and, as my Facebook friend had it, watch the river flow.