A Garden Party, a Passport, and a Pilgrimage: My Wild Dylan Weekend

Sometimes You’ve Got to Please Yourself

This might just be the most spontaneous thing I’ve done in years, if not, ever.

On a quiet Friday morning, I saw one video—Bob Dylan singing Ricky Nelson’s “Garden Party”—and less than four (!) hours later, I was on a plane from Frankfurt to Los Angeles. No plan, no hesitation. Just Dylan, and a dash through the airport.

What followed was a whirlwind of music, friends, heatwaves, rental car drama, forgotten hats, and unexpected beauty—from the Hollywood Bowl to Wheatland’s massive Outlaw Music Festival. And yes, Dylan played a song he hadn’t touched in over a decade.

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