Earlier this week, mi esposo and I joined a couple of friends and headed over to the 10,000 seat-capacity Auditorio Nacional to see the one and only Bob Dylan play before a packed house. It was a great show – we had eighth row seats! He played a good combo of old and new songs, and unlike previous times I’ve watched him in concert, he seemed really energetic. The man can jam, in other words. Turns out there’s probably a good reason for that….
The next morning, we noticed a photo of Bob on the cover of El Universal, and we flipped to the full article to see what the paper had to say about the performance. Through our pidgin Spanish, we were able to discern that the article was not about his musical performance, but about his adventures earlier in the day. Unbelievably, Bob had apparently taken the metro (or at least went down into a station) and was spotted at a gymnasium in a rough part of town. “Gymnasium?” we wondered. It’s not exactly the word that comes to mind when you think of Mexico City tourist destinations.
Thankfully, our fluent friend Jeremy has the 411 on Bob Dylan’s Mexico City adventure. Turns out he did more than visit the gymnasium, he boxed. Which goes a long way to explaining his energetic performance — he may be 66, and look ancient, but turns out he’s become quite the pugilist. He even apparently owns a secret boxing ring in LA.