Bob Dylan - Rough and Rowdy Ways Tour - Oakland, Fox Theater, June 11, 2022
As usual I splatter my thoughts in no particular order: The whole darn show, recorded from within someone’s phone lock bag: https://youtu.be/nwK8kAVNrrI Better recording here: https://youtu.be/wrrPZU_-jjA (this one appears to have been removed) A recording of the previous night: https://youtu.be/P-yNR855s3g I loved the show. My attention was fixed the whole time. Oh my God they ended with a cover of Grateful Dead's "Friend of the Devil" which was amazing. (Better recording: https://youtu.be/YZj3pjskjPU Bootleg recording, from same source as above: https://youtu.be/TmNBhpQtqz8 ) From my post on Expecting Rain : Oh My God, they closed with "Friend of the Devil" on the June 11th Oakland show! Crowd went berserk! The version was absolutely beautiful, one of the best sounding songs of the evening. I was stunned. I was expecting "Every Grain of Sand" (and now I want to hear that live), because I'd read the set lists and I knew...
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uteris et Veneri servit amica manus,
hoc nihil esse putas? scelus est, mihi crede, sed ingens,
quantum vix animo concipis ipse tuo.
nempe semel futuit, generaret Horatius ut tres
Mars semel, ut geminos Ilia casta daret.
omnia perdiderat si masturbatus uterque
mandasset manibus gaudia foeda suis.
ipsam crede tibi naturam dicere rerum:
'Istud quod digitis, Pontice, perdis, homo est.'
-Martial, Epigrams 9.41
This translation owes somethign to that of Poldy... but not everything, because I can't find Poldy's translation right now ;)
Ponticus, the fact that you never fuck, but use your left hand as a concubine
and your girlfriend-hand serves Venus--
do you think that this is no big deal? It's a crime, believe me, and a huge one at that,
so big that even you can hardly conceive it in your mind.
I mean, Horatius fucked just once to father three,
and Mars just once, to give chaste Ilia twins.
Either of them would have ruined everything if he had masturbated,
and entrusted his shameful pleasures to his own hands.
You had better believe that it is Nature herself that tells you:
"That mess which you waste on your fingers, Ponticus, is a human being."