we got stars though

On nights like this, I think of a couple of lines from one of my favorite movies, Elizabethtown:

Drew Baylor: Beautiful night. Does it ever cool off?
Jesse Baylor: No, this time of year it's hotter than the hinges of hell . . .we got stars though.

Okay, so lately, it has been cooling off at night -- but not in my apartment. I swear it's over 100 degrees up there. You know it's too hot when you find yourself taking cold showers before bed and periodically dumping glasses of water over yourself while lying in bed in the middle of the night. Basically, until I absolutely have to melt into bed, I sit on my front porch and try to dwell on the joy of staring at the beautiful starry sky and the glow of the moon -- and that I don't have to wear a jacket to do so. I'm seriously considering sleeping in our hammock or purchasing a tent and making it my evening home.

Tonight I'm enjoying the gorgeous harmonies of husband and wife duo, Buddy and Julie Miller. Really amazing stuff. Over the past couple of years, while living in Colorado, music has been such a prevalent source of inspiration, comfort, and really, life, for me. I've tried to put my finger on what it is about music that I actually love so much, and I haven't been able to do so. Maybe I never will. But I often think about David playing for Saul and how it calmed his soul, and I find solace in knowing that I'm not the only one in the history of the world to be mystified by this phenomenon.

Last week, I had the pleasure of seeing one of the most epic shows in the history of rock and roll (or at least I like to think it must have been): My Morning Jacket and Bob Dylan at Red Rocks. Pretty sure The Jacket caused those gigantic boulders to move at least a few inches out of pure shock and amazement, and Dylan . . . What can I say? It's Bob Dylan! The man is 66 years old and still exudes coolness. Though Aubrea and I could make out only 5% of his words because of his notorious mumbling, we were still in awe of the mere presence of the man.

The venue was full, the rain poured on us--for just a little while (pretty sure Bob called it off), and there was quite an amazing lightning show off in the distance in between the two sets. Dylan hadn't played at the historic venue in over 20 years. Apparently, the last time, Tom Petty opened for him. What a show that would have been! Really, I'm not sure what else to say about it, except that it was an incredible experience to see one of the few living rock and roll legends rock out in such a beautiful setting with one of my best friends. MMJ mostly played songs from their album Z, and Dylan played the following songs (in case you were wondering):

1. Rainy Day Women #12 & 35
2. When I Paint My Masterpiece
3. Watching the River Flow
4. Workingman's Blues #2
5. Rollin' and Tumblin'
6. Every Grain of Sand
7. Cry A While
8. Spirit on the Water
9. Friend of the Devil (Grateful Dead cover)
10. Highway 61 Revisited
11. Shooting Star
12. Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll Go Mine)
13. Nettie Moore
14. Summer Days
15. Masters of Wars

(encore)
16. Thunder on the Mountain
17. Blowin' in the Wind

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