I hadn't planned to chat about Those.Who.Entertain today, but learning of Paul Revere's passing leaves me a bit reflective.
Do you recall your first concert?
Growing up in a community the size of your average saucer, I longed to live in New York City or Los Angeles. I longed sit alongside those screaming in Sullivan's audience. Instead, I sat cross-legged, inches in front of our black/white television, dreaming of the day I'd reside in a Big City.
A few years later, I was thrilled to attend a campus concert by one of my favorite artists. Unfortunately, the poor fellow was so messed up on gosh-knows-what he couldn't recall the words of the opening song and had to be led off-stage. Naïve, yes, but I remember feeling soooo sorry for him -- and really upset at my supposedly-religious fellow students' jeers and boos. (Thankfully, I learned he subsequently cleaned up his act and turned his craft to a 'contemporary Christian' genre.)
All the same, I was hooked -- on the smells and sounds and energy -- even before the artist(s) took the stage! One of my favorite memories involves a B.Y.O.B. affair in the early 80's where we sat at portable tables and danced in front of an "up-and-coming singer" by the name of George Strait. I wasn't really 'into' c/w music at the time, but had to admit he was pretty cute!
Obviously, some were better than others. Perhaps my biggest let-down was a surprise trip I'd planned for my then-husband to see Ole' Blue Eyes at Reunion Arena in Dallas. Unlike "R", I wasn't especially fond of Sinatra - and even less so after the lukewarm performance where he appeared wholly disinterested.
These days, DH and I've not attended a concert in ages. Oh, a few years ago I won a radio contest to see Neil Diamond, and his show was just as amazing as I remembered from 1972. Unfortunately, transportation in and around the newly-constructed stadium was poorly orchestrated, and at least one concert-goer was trampled and badly injured in the exodus. Tom sometimes experiences difficulty maneuvering, so I do my best to avoid crowds.
Sure, there are times I miss the energy.
... But I was only mildly disappointed recently at being "Caller #5" when the tickets to see Kris Kristofferson were meant for "Caller #6."
Aside from the obvious, most nights I find myself yawning uncontrollably after 9!
Irrational, perhaps ... but I'm always concerned that someone I've adored for years will turn out to be a huge disappointment. I may be the only person on the planet who disliked George Strait's much ballyhooed farewell concert. Has something like that ever happened to you?
All else aside, is there someone I'm still dying to see? You bet-cha! :)
|(Say, I never claimed not to be a square!)|
If you don't mind sharing, I'd love to hear your own concert-going stories -- the good, the bad and the ugly! Is there a special someone you're still longing to see?
Hugs from a deliciously-cooling Phoenix. Have a great week, everyone!