For example, I'd tell you that it takes place this Saturday, April 8, at more than 20 venues in and around downtown Tucson. Or, that admission to all of those venues only costs $8 for an all-inclusive wristband, as long as you buy it in advance at the locally owned CD City, 2890 N. Campbell Ave. (Hey, if you want to wait in line on the night of the event, and pay $2 more for the very same wristband, that's your business. Just don't say we didn't warn ya.)
Use that aforementioned guide to plan your night, and we strongly encourage you to use a designated driver or taxi service. But, above all, have a blast--that's what it's all about. We'll see you there.
An exhibition documenting his early years was held at the Experience Music Project in Seattle, sure. But the real meaty stuff came courtesy of a triple whammy: Simon and Schuster published Chronicles, Vol. 1, Dylan's first crack at a bonafide memoir, which proved to be both charmingly elusive and elucidating, spinning randomly structured tales with a stunning gift for memory and an is-he-joking-or-serious tone.
Then, there was No Direction Home, Martin Scorcese's immaculately crafted, nearly four-hour documentary film tracing Dylan's life from birth to his legendary 1966 UK tour, which boasted multitudinous revelations. The recent interviews with Dylan himself served the same purpose as the book--to emphasize the wink and nod behind the statement that he always saw himself as "a song and dance man"--though he is surely giving a little bit more of himself away these days than he used to. The interviews with those who shared experiences with him back in the day, such as Joan Baez and Allen Ginsburg, are sometimes even more revealing.
But the real treat of the film is the archival live footage that's been dug up. Who the hell knew that good-quality footage existed of the following: Dylan playing on the same stage from which Martin Luther King Jr. would give his "I Have a Dream" speech later that day; Dylan going electric for the first time in public, pissing off the folkies with a cacophonous set at the 1965 Newport Folk Festival; and of course, the gorgeously shot live footage--by D.A. Pennebaker--of his first electric foray into the United Kingdom, in which we see, for the first time, Dylan's legitimately pissy reaction to the heckler that called him Judas. The film is a sort of holy grail for Dylan obsessives, and the double CD soundtrack, comprising mostly never-before-released versions of songs--often drastically altered, compared to what we're used to hearing--was gravy on the cake.
What's interesting about this whole recent Dylan renaissance, is that while it was all going on around him, Dylan himself did what he's done for years now: continued on his "Never-Ending Tour," which brings him back to Tucson on Monday, April 10 at the Tucson Arena (aka the Tucson Convention Center), 260 S. Church Ave. Advance tickets are available for $39.50 to $65 through the TCC box office, all Ticketmaster outlets, online at ticketmaster.com, or by phone at 321-1000. A legend in his own right, Merle Haggard and the Strangers open the show at 7:30 p.m.
No one does this stuff better than Frost, and It's a Game proves worth the long wait.
Edith Frost performs at Plush, 340 E. Sixth St., on Friday, April 7. The Zincs and Little Sisters of the Poor start things off at 9:30 p.m. Admission is $7. For more information call 798-1298.
Thank The Bled for putting Tucson on the national melodic screamo map in person when they return home for a show on Sunday, April 9 at the Rialto Theatre, 318 E. Congress St. Things get underway at 7:30 p.m. with sets from Since By Man, As Cities Burn and Protest the Hero. Advance tickets for the all-ages show are $10, available at the Rialto box office or at Rialto Web site. They'll be $12 on the day of the show. Call 740-1000 for more info.