Bob’s birthday came and ten thousand people sang to him in a stadium in the rain. […] That night we had a disjointed party for him complete with a cake, but he got drunk and started looking dead tired. I decided to walk him to his room. He started flirting ever so slightly, and I told him to wait right where he was and dashed off to find Sara and delivered her to Bob. They both laughed sheepishly and looked mildly pleased, and I said “Happy Birthday,” and went back to my room quite proud of myself.
Joan Baez, on the Rolling Thunder Revue, from “And A Voice To Sing With” (via wentintoadream)