Greg, Thank you for the memory! I also saw Dylan that year, in Chicago's original Arie Crown Theatre. November 5 or 6, I believe. Same split between acoustic and electric, and same split in the audience. But my seat was on the main floor, and the vegetable tossers were in the balcony. For my 13-year-old self, a (musically) life-changing evening!
I had no interest in Dylan until that mind blowing moment when I heard "Like a Rolling Stone" on the radio. I never looked back.
Dylan fans get rewarded for their loyalty; you can see him as often as you can, and never see the same concert! I respect him for that (and everything else). So grateful that he keeps on keepin' on! Lucky us.
Feb 24, 1966 Philadelphia Academy of Music. Identical format and ambience but less booing and no cowbell. One of the highlights of my young life along with The Stones that summer at the Atlantic City Steel Pier with the McCoys and Standells opening, all for the $1.95 pier admission.
This setlist is incomplete. The full band fooled around with a couple extra tunes:
To Ramona
Mr. Tambourine Man
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
The Times They Are A-Changin'
Ballad of a Thin Man
Desolation Row
Visions of Johanna
Like a Rolling Stone
Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat
I Don't Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met)
I graduated h.s. 1965. Your words take me back. Oh my gosh, the feeling it evokes. And this re "Like a Rolling Stone": "It’s hard to do justice today to what it was like to hear this over a car radio or a transistor." I'd say it's closer to impossible. It's a "you had to be there" kind of thing. What a time it was. Do all generations have their own special time like this or was this particular time REALLY special?!? I know. Selfish of me to think the 60's were so darned special. Or IS it??
Greg, Thank you for the memory! I also saw Dylan that year, in Chicago's original Arie Crown Theatre. November 5 or 6, I believe. Same split between acoustic and electric, and same split in the audience. But my seat was on the main floor, and the vegetable tossers were in the balcony. For my 13-year-old self, a (musically) life-changing evening!
I had no interest in Dylan until that mind blowing moment when I heard "Like a Rolling Stone" on the radio. I never looked back.
Dylan fans get rewarded for their loyalty; you can see him as often as you can, and never see the same concert! I respect him for that (and everything else). So grateful that he keeps on keepin' on! Lucky us.
This is just fantastic. You took me there, through the years. Can't ask for much more than that.
Feb 24, 1966 Philadelphia Academy of Music. Identical format and ambience but less booing and no cowbell. One of the highlights of my young life along with The Stones that summer at the Atlantic City Steel Pier with the McCoys and Standells opening, all for the $1.95 pier admission.
This setlist is incomplete. The full band fooled around with a couple extra tunes:
To Ramona
Mr. Tambourine Man
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
The Times They Are A-Changin'
Ballad of a Thin Man
Desolation Row
Visions of Johanna
Like a Rolling Stone
Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat
I Don't Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met)
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I graduated h.s. 1965. Your words take me back. Oh my gosh, the feeling it evokes. And this re "Like a Rolling Stone": "It’s hard to do justice today to what it was like to hear this over a car radio or a transistor." I'd say it's closer to impossible. It's a "you had to be there" kind of thing. What a time it was. Do all generations have their own special time like this or was this particular time REALLY special?!? I know. Selfish of me to think the 60's were so darned special. Or IS it??
Cavage's!
thank you !!!!
Thank you for this great remembrance of concerts gone by.
I love this! Thank you, from a longtime Dylan fan since seeing him in San Jose in 1965 when I was 13.
This was perfect, thank you so much.