If memory serves me correctly, will be the first concert by a septuagenarian Alcatraz. Having escaped Leonard Cohen Arcimboldi, for me will be the first time ever. Sixty €, more candles, for a septuagenarian, not even one euro per year, a prezzaccio.
June 22 in Milan, the only Italian date, we celebrate his birthday, 50 years on the road (this year for the first time flying in China), and maybe the book Vites. How can you not be? Especially after having assumed to do so in Como, and in a much better looking, this damn show. But that is not the last word.
The Alcatraz is a small place, and very bad rock. All in all, Bob Dylan see here has its own reason. Certainly not a theater, but it's still a place with a charm that allows a close encounter, even with the incazzature. Getting Ready: Coca, Jack & Bob. A perfect cocktail.