Bob Dylan Asbury Park — 14 August 2011

Standing to the left of the stage, there was times when Dylan’s profile with his white hat eerily brought me back to the ’75 Rolling Thunder tour.

It started raining sometime the night before. Sometimes there was thunder. Sometimes there wasn’t. Sometimes huge torrents, loud enough to wake you up. It was still raining the next morning and into the afternoon. It would stop or slow down, briefly then start up again, full force hard rain. I left my house and got completely soaked just walking to the car. And it was that way the entire drive to Asbury Park.

Every once in a while you’d see light up ahead and just as you reached the light, these insane bursts of heavy rain would pound again, the windshield wipers could barely keep up. We finally reached Asbury Park, and as we were trying to figure out whether we had to pay to park, another burst. And then walking to Convention Hall on the boardwalk another burst. Luckily, the fairly slow, long line to get into the hall itself was under cover. And of course what the ticket said was show time turned out to be doors opening time.