egends come to Austin like it ain't no thang. We have the tendency to take it for granted, actually. We can remember, for instance, during last year's ACL fest, hearing an anecdote from a friend who caught Bono and Bob Motherfucking Dylan shopping together incognito at the Randall's on Lake Austin, having an animated discussion regarding whether or not to purchase the real Baco-bits or the crunchy fake ones (we speculate). ...