Worth every tear

jd cover

When I first saw a copy of Jakob Dylan’s new album, “Women and Country,” I was immediately intrigued. I mean, come on – look at the cover.

Even better, check out the cover of his EP, the precursor to the full record.

Based on these two pictures, this is the coolest man alive. And this album confirms it… because holy mother of pearl, it is phenomenal. I’ve had it on repeat – it’s the soundtrack to my existence these days.

So on Friday afternoon, just before I left work, I checked his website to see if he was coming to Denver anytime soon. I pulled up the tour dates, and right there at the top of the list was my city. I couldn’t believe it – I checked the date, and… HE WAS PLAYING THAT VERY NIGHT, one mile from my house.

Serendipity? Me thinks YES.

I kicked it into gear, and ran down to the theater to buy a lone ticket. I couldn’t believe that there were still seats available with just an hour to spare, but $28 later, I was hurrying home to change and scoot back in time for the show.


Somewhere in the mile between my house and the theater, I lost the ticket. It was in my back pocket when I set off for the venue, but when I arrived at the door, it was gone. I panicked, telling the girl at the box office my situation, showing her my receipt – but no dice. No ticket, no admission.

The show was about to start, but I turned around and started to retrace my steps home. I bent down to check every scrap of paper I saw, but it was always a bus ticket, a receipt, a matchbook. My shoes started to give me blisters, so I took them off and walked barefoot in the dark. By the time I got halfway home, picking up every piece of trash I found, no sign of the ticket, shoes in hand, totally devastated – I just started to cry.

And I couldn’t stop.

In my own defense, I wasn’t just being dramatic.  The tears were the culmination of several incredibly difficult things happening in my life right now – things that are weighing around my neck heavier than a millstone. Losing my ticket put me over the edge; I was a hot mess.

So I did the only thing that I knew to do in times of distress, which was… you know, call my mom.

She encouraged me to go back and get another ticket, so I did. Except when I showed up at the box office (again – third time in two hours), I was STILL CRYING. It wasn’t that I was trying to make them feel sorry for me – I simply could not pull it together. I was sniffling and wiping black rivers of mascara from my cheeks – it was not pretty.

The manager took one look at me, and ushered me in without question.

And it was the greatest show.

Now, I’m not endorsing stuffing your emotions in until they erupt on a Denver street corner.  All I’m saying is… it might come in handy.



  1. Eric on June 28, 2010 at 9:53 AM

    I bet it was a great show! Glad you got to go and it all kind of worked out. Did Neko Case show up to sing with him?

  2. Adam on June 28, 2010 at 10:02 AM

    I love that album too!!! It’s so good. I hope he comes to KC soon. So I can be a “hot mess” and go to the show!

  3. Krissie on June 28, 2010 at 10:05 AM

    We are very lucky to live in Lexington where they record/film Woodsongs. Mr. Dylan played a few months ago and it was amazing. Go to Woodsongs.com and you can either listen online or download the podcast.

    And have you heard the previous solo album? I think I like it even better.

  4. Tim on June 28, 2010 at 10:12 AM

    So, is it safe to say that you bawled? I just learned that from Shanna : )

  5. Val on June 28, 2010 at 12:33 PM

    I would say that’s EXTREMELY serendipitous! Especially considering that in that first picture, it looks like the girl behind him on the horse could be YOU!!! Also, he totally jacked your idea for the second photo- standing nonchalantly in front of an old (yet stylish) barn-type background. JUST LIKE YOUR EP.

    Serendipity, baby.

  6. Carmen on June 28, 2010 at 1:11 PM

    O Annie Parsons. Your mama was right. Jakob Dylan would have been worth buying 4 tickets!!! Love to you, darlin!

  7. Laura on June 28, 2010 at 1:47 PM

    Proof that even when it seems like the whole world is conspiring against you, there are still good human beings out there willing to help a stranger. Thanks Annie.

  8. Nala on June 28, 2010 at 8:18 PM

    annie because of this, i bought Everybody’s Hurting and i don’t even know who this guy is.
    and you need to write a book. seriously. (or at least keep writing here because you’re great at it)

  9. Terry McNichols on June 28, 2010 at 8:28 PM

    My daughter once shamefully admitted crying for a policeman who then gave her a warning instead of a ticket. She’s an actor and decided she really could cry on cue as needed. You go girl. Love this story!

  10. FW on June 28, 2010 at 8:59 PM

    Tears are a strategy.

    – J. Wells

  11. Sarah on June 28, 2010 at 10:08 PM

    Hahaha… Annie, I’m so sorry you had a rough afternoon, but I’m so glad you could take the time to do something for yourself, too.

  12. Joey on June 29, 2010 at 4:36 PM

    Did you know Jakob Dylan is in the Ghetto Superstar video?

  13. jessica on June 30, 2010 at 6:25 PM

    what a great story. i love living vicariously through you!

  14. Lyla on July 1, 2010 at 11:12 PM

    When I got to the line about losing the ticket, I said (out loud)”WHAT?!? Oh no!” I am glad that, in the end, you were still able to see the concert. It’s too bad you can’t tell him that story. It’d be way more flattering than somebody saying, “Hey, great music, man.”

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