7:30am
Oh, I'm home.
I am a bit surprised.
I remember having an Irish tea at the hotel and pulling on my new Irish boots of leather and standing by the Weavers of Ireland shop across from the National Wax Museum. The Aircoach came along. Then it was all windows and corridors.
At the airport I broke my glasses. Luckily, a Beardy Guy in a Dylan t-shirt (no carry on) wizardly helped me with the Airline App. The huge GATE NUMBER sign spontaneously started flickering, I remember that. And I remember moonlight on the runway and the moon through the cabin window and over the Thames, before I went underground.
I also remember the moon had gone behind a cloud, and I said, "We're watching the water flow," as we walked halfway across the Samuel Beckett Bridge in a light mist.
A taxi (the only car) came towards us. It screeched to a halt. We piled in. The driver knew how to get us to the Arena on time in the suddenly pouring rain.
Our phones were locked in pockets. We became timeless.
The lights were lowered and there, in the dark, they arrived like a gang of peaky blinders after a train robbery, jumping an invisible freight train. Dylan stood at a piano that resembled the sliding door. There was a shunting sound and the train started down the track. Seemed like he hadn't seen this piano before and checked if it was in tune. It sounded like he might be playing everybody must get... then the band joined in and they were playing an R&B Watching The River Flow.
From there it was in one and out of another, a few songs at a time. Then Dylan would come out from behind the piano and stand with one hand on his hip, like we'd arrived at a station and he was just checking down the line before he returned back. And he might return to a drum beat, or a violin, or he might start up on piano and the others would join in. Sometimes Tony Garnier was pulling a bow across the stand-up bass. Sometimes I didnt know how long we had been in the song. When he played I'll Be Your Baby Tonight, John told me later, it turned into Treat Her Right (Roy Head) and back again. John said he had expected to see the band do some forward rolls. I felt like I was just my eyes and someone pulled a black satin slip over my head and I was up dancing a shimmy-shimmy thang.
I heard Dylan say (and I heard him say a LOT of things) "to be alone with you, just an hour, in an ivory tower..." and "some people dont get it" and I heard him, accompanied by a violin with a kind of Irish jig to it, with a kind of ta--dance feel: "Some people dont know what it's like, to be alone with you." I heard him sing, "I'll lay down beside you when everyone else is gone," and there was a mandolin. I know. You think I'm getting carried away.
After Crossing The Rubicon I felt that worry that I wouldn't see him again. The train was still moving and I was watching it leave. One more halt, hand on the hip, get back in the caboose... It felt like he was driving the train now and just checking the signals.
The slide guitar player channelled angels for back-up singers, or picked up the mandolin to echo stars falling. Key West, a warm place, with beautiful sunsets, might be where this train was heading for the winter.
When, towards the end Dylan said hello to Shane MacGowan, (his wife was in the arena, SM was at home) and hoped he would write some more songs. "Fairytale in New York," he said. "We play that at Christmas." I started to believe in miracles. Dylan said, cheerfully, "Here's one we've grown to know and love," and played Every Grain of Sand. I found my hands raising up like I was in a revival tent especially when he finished with the only harmonica solo he played that night, after which EVERYONE was on their feet.
I had heard Joe Strummer's wife was asked to stand up at the London Palladium concert for some (healing) applause. and Colin told me, Jimmy Page was present. I told Colin there was a whole lotta love in our arena in Dublin, too. A WHOLE lotta love.
I remember we all stood up and the band came back. They even came back a second time, lined up like men asked to come in at a police station and then they walked.
I'm still a bit delirious. Maybe you can tell. Heavens, what a ride.
