I never saw “The Last Waltz” before today. Dan and many other folks say it’s the best rockumentary ever made. It was 1976 when Martin Scorsese interviewed and directed The Band’s last concert in San Francisco, with such rock/blues icons as Bob Dylan, Eric Clapton, Muddy Waters, Joni Mitchell and Van Morrison joining them.
My surprise was I had no idea The Band was so fantastic. Guess I was pregnant with Brook when the movie first came out, and all I knew was that Dylan had played with the group. Lead singer Robbie Robertson was astounding, trading off with Clapton on electric guitar riffs. But it was drummer Levon Helm’s Memphis blues sound that I grooved to.
Here’s the rub: I counted only a dozen people in Tucson’s Fox theater for the 2 p.m. show. What a shame. When I checked on Fox website the other day 2 p.m. and 4 p.m. were listed for movie times. I called to check and was told the movie was at 2 p.m. This has happened before at the Fox, which is way too bad.
Before the movie, I walked over to the Tucson Museum of Art for the first free Sunday of the month viewing of “Who Shot Rock & Roll: A Photographic History 1955 to the Present,” curated by the Brooklyn Museum. The place was packed. Yay for Tucson culture! I peeked at the entire exhibit, enough to know that I want to go back, take a closer look at a video of swivel-hips Elvis, Keith Richards and his wife, Patti Hansen, smiling at their new baby girl.
Quickly making my way back to the Fox, anticipating another big crowd, I crossed Congress Street to see the Occupy Tucson encampment on the corner. About 100 people are there, behind signs like “I will believe a corporation is a person when Georgia [Texas?] executes one.” I’ve decided to switch my bank account from the corporate Wells Fargo to a local credit union.
Taking my place among the handful of moviegoers, watching “The Last Waltz,” it hit me — it’s fine to be getting older. I’m enjoying myself more than ever. I had a rockin’ good day!