That was officially the worst performance I've ever seen. And I'm glad to say that my expectations weren't at all shattered. My brother left once he realized that none of the lyrics were going to be the least bit understandable.

"Ungghhssshhhaaaa livva dun be donnn be dooon ga woman."

-Bob Dylan

Ugly as all shit, and cold as a 'one' on stage (HSR fans... SB, anyone?), it was like watching a great jazz/country/rock/blues band who, for some inexplicable reason, was forced to tour with the drummer's retarded half-brother.

You may think Avril disgraced a good song, but you haven't heard "knockin' on heavens door" butchered until you've heard it sung by Bob Dylan.

It takes someone pretty special to truly and utterly botch a "cover" of his own song. And by special, once again, I mean retarded half-brother.

Not that he actually played "knockin' on heavens door." At least, I don't think he played it. I'm not really sure. It was halfway through "The times the are a changin'" before I realized I'd ever heard the song before. And even then I wasn't sure.

So please don't ask what his setlist was. I don't even think he knows.

And fuck, he didn't even play guitar.

It was more or less the musical equivalent of a Stephen Hawking poetry reading.

He does however have one thing still going for him: he can breathe. And when being alive is a good enough reason to charge thousands of people $70 a piece to watch you mumble incoherently about gum and the wind... well, then you must've accomplished something pretty special at some point in your life.

But iconic quality aside... I slept through a good twenty minutes of his hour and a half long set.