Earlier this year I got hooked – all over again – on Bob Dylan. I’m never not hooked on Bob Dylan by the way. I was turned onto his music as a teenager, or maybe at age 12 even. And since then I’ve been a fan. But obviously, when you listen to music obsessively, you can carry a lot of it in your heard and in your head and you don’t need to hear it. Well, earlier this year I decided it was time to listen to every Dylan album in order and all of the “official” bootlegs and as many of the “unofficial” ones that I owned or could find…and I re-read some of the books, re-watched docos and concert footage. Mid-way through this massive task it was announced that Bobby D was coming to town. Well, not my town. He’s been to New Zealand a bunch of times, and I’ve seen him – in Wellington – three times. But he doesn’t visit the capital anymore. So I hadn’t seen him in just over a decade.
It seemed like the perfect time to see him again – and also I figure he might not make it down here one more time. He averages a visit every 3-5 years. He’s now 77. His touring – at least his international touring – could slow. At any moment.
I booked a ticket. And a flight. And I was off.
And I’m sharing it here in case you missed it and want to hear it. And because I keep track of all the work I do for RNZ here on my site.
It was worth the trip. And it arrived at the very best time for me. And I don’t expect the Dylan-listening/worshiping to stop any time soon…
And you’ll see I’ve mentioned Dylan a lot on this site.