But Dylan wasn't the only inimitable performer playing in the Downtown Nashville area last night. Sade, baby. Sade.
Cream contributors Adam Gold, Sean L. Maloney and I decided to attend the Sade show (that's Sade Adu and her band, also called Sade) at Bridgestone Arena. Our bro brigade (or bro-gade), which we'll call Team Goldgeroney, live-tweeted the bulk of the performance from our respective Twitter accounts (AG, SLM, DPR), and you can read our collective two cents after the jump. They're in reverse-chronological order, given the nature of Twitter.
I'll just start by saying that, while Sade's show may have been technically somewhat undersold, she addressed the empty seats right off the bat, gracefully noting that she appreciated the love that was present in the room and was happy to be in Nashville, empty seats or no. The stage production was completely next-level, featuring long, flowing, bed-canopy-like sheets that unfurled and billowed around Sade (the band), who Sade (the woman) introduced lovingly at the end of her set. The audience was among the best-dressed I've ever seen, with tangerine-colored silk shirts and bermuda hats for days. The sound was pristine, the performances were spot-on, and Sade Adu is just about the best-looking and well-spoken 52-year-old I've ever seen. Team Goldgeroney fell in love.