Hannah and Jesse texted updates from Harbor Park all afternoon and into the evening. Start at the bottom if you want to read chronologically.

10:40 last entry before the highway: “he didn’t at all look like the chalky ashen marshmallow I thought he would,” says hannah.

10:35 walking to the car and hearing Dylan start into ‘all along the watch tower’ reminds me of leaving a baseball game then to hear home-run cheering from parking lot.

10:25 like a rolling stone. Staring into the vacuum of hannah’s eyes. Poor girl!

10:22 dylan just walked off. hannah’s down. If we don’t get homegirl some water she might evaporate completely.

10:17 The poet, the singer-songwriter, the rockstar, the freedom fighter, the outlaw, the legend…all in rotation

10:13 Did a couple songs with some crazy blue light and design work over the stage, but the current orchestra lights stark on Dylan and the band–spooky as the songs he’s crooning.

10:05 funky and inspired version of highway 61. All dance. All sweat. All are reminded of a time when music inspired sex in fields and no one took cell phone pictures.

9:54 there are only how many tours left in this man…with the backlit glow, the pristine white hat, and the generations of fame hovering over him, Dylan is surrounded by his gorgeous, ever-present specters of glory.

9:49 “I hate the film that is covering me right now,” says hannah. (it’s hella clammy out here.)

9:36 bobby’s going after it. Has a little knee dance and shit-eating grin. Someone just passed out behind us. Probably dead. Great breeze just kicked in.

9:12 bob Dylan is on. Old man is pushing out the words strong any grumbly. He is dressed like a southern silver moon cowboy, everybody must get stoned.

8:48 Waiting on Dylan and packed so tight I feel the lady in front of me’s panty lines.

8:41 not sure everyone in this crowd knows they’re in public.

8:30 moon rising, pink dusk, one of the wife swapping dudes looked like tony danza.

8:26 Swear we just witnessed wife-swapping next to us.

8:20 Johnny Cougar has the physical dimensions of a dwarf but tall, if that makes any sense.

8:12 These men are America.

8:07 it’s not that his older songs were better, people want to hear them bc it brings them back to a simpler time in their lives.

7:59 Johnny looks the same as he always has. Like he hasn’t aged a day! “Great head of hair,” says Jesse. “You’re never gonna find a better head of hair.”

7:54 theres an anorexic woman dressed like Cher playing an electric violin shaped like an anchor.

7:48 everyone here loves flea markets. I can just tell.

7:46 Moved down to the field, just in front of the stage. Will upload pics directly after show.

7:40 johnny cougar… Little pink houses… Drunk woman in tie dyed dress… This could be heaven or hell.

7:15 Beer break.

7:06 A lady behind me just saw me typing into my phone and yelled at me “well if you’re so bored, why don’t you just leave?” Willie fans are protective! (I tried to explain to her, “no, I’m updating a live blog; I’m a journalist”… And she responded, “what?….oh…well, I…” I think I lost her when I said “blog.”)

6:54 “Too many pain pills, too much pot, trying to be something I’m not. I ain’t Superman.” Willie is my antihero!

6:47 Willie just played “on the road again” and “you were always on my mind.” Some unfortunate feedback issues, but the man is shredding that guitar like he was 20.

6:35 And we’re back online. After some technical difficulties and getting super frustrated a few moments ago, we are up and running live inside the show. Willie’s onstage makin all the hippies, fogies and potheads happy as little clowns. The sun’s setting in his eyes. And the sentence on the back of the shirt on the guy sitting in front of me…”Nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile.”

5:09 It’s alive! It’s alive!!! Only works when I’m posting in HTML–wordpress wants what it wants, what can I say. But holy crap technology is blowing our minds. Gearing up to head over to Harbor Park.

5:06 Testing from the apartment and working out some kinks…