A message blackberried to me Friday evening. I don't have permission to reveal the source, and frankly, I'm too damned lazy to e-mail him to ask . . .
"I think you'll be amused to know that I'm at a bob dylan concert right now . . . . It's excruciating."
This message arrived after the sender called from the concert to yell a greeting to Chas. Chas had no idea what the noise going on in the background was. Now we know.