
One thing I found intriguing in the concert footage was the way Scarlet Rivera, the violin player, kept her eyes constantly fixed on Dylan. He’s renowned for changing things as he goes along, having even been known to sing entirely new verses to songs that just happened to come to him mid-performance, or possibly because he’d forgotten the words and was making it up as he went along. But she gave the impression that she was ready for anything he might do; not bothered, just ready. And he seemed to realise that, as there were times when he glanced momentarily in her direction as if wondering if she’d realised what he was about to do, then looked back, reassured. It was only ever something like keeping his harmonica quiet because he wanted her violin solo to take precedence at that point, but the dynamics of it all were fascinating

Well, they were if you’re a Dylan fan, but I’ll shut up about it now for the sake of those who aren’t

After that, a rewatch of Rush (2013) about the days when driving an F1 car was tantamount to extremely fast suicide

Goodnight all






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