Did It For Bob

This blog entry is a little larger than
life, since I went to Paradiso last thursdaynight, where a party was held in celebration of the finished translations of 6000 Bob Dylan songs in Dutch, by a couple of Personal Intrepitators who call themselves 'Bindervoet & Henkes'

Yours truly managed to make myself invisible and sneak up right behind Zorro, so I could cover some twists of fate from the wings with

a simple pocketcam. I think I saw red hot, and scarlett too...

Seaside organ grinder Rob van Donselaar and a fantastic band of Incorporated Izzies and several generations of Bobniks accompanied the cream of the Lowlands in Rolling Thunder style, to
spread the word that Bob now
has his own Dutch
TelephoneBook.














In the Grande finale comedian Freek 'the Young One' took the liberty to adlib a verse in his Bobsong, in honour of the beloved sculptor painter and writer Jan Wolkers, who recently dreamed away to a place called Not The End, and all Dutch people know what he's probably doing in that secret garden ...
From the screen above the bandstand His Bobness Himself kept a somewhat bemused eye on the proceedings, as if thinking:
"Hey, I ain't dead yet"

I hope Bob will make the next pile of words extra high,and long and doubledutch, that will teach them Thunderfood and Lightbulb. Of course we all got VERY stoned, at least in my corner we had the courtesy to do that for Bob.