I am not the woman I used to be. Thanksgiving brought a very rude awakening.
I finally hooked my 5.1 surround sound up to my pc and spent hours rocking with the new Bob Seger release. I then noticed that the evening's Austin City Limits would feature Van Morrison. Boy, was I excited. I was in my mood for a little "Brown-Eyed Girl".
I got all settled down for a good time when this person on the tv started to sing. Who in the hell is that old man? Where did the jowls to the knees come from? This person had ear hair as long as his regular hair, if even that was his. Why did he have a WC Field's nose?
As soon as he
opened his mouth, aside from noticing the false teeth, I had to sadly accept the fact that this was THE Van Morrison. I found myself becoming extremely critical of him and the band.
The drummer would certainly benefit by a trip or two to the Bosley Clinic. The steel guitar player looked like a leftover from Night of the Living Dead.
The fiddler player had to be his grandson. All of his children had to be far older than that. This is the first time that I have seen backup singers using sheet music. You have to wonder about
the obvious senility. Is it CRS, CRAFT, Oldtimer's or Alzheimer's? The keyboard player is so far bent over that he either needs glasses, Lasix, or a back brace.
However, Van can still play a mean sax, eat your heart out Bill Clinton. By the time this show was over, I slowly crept into the bathroom to take an objective look at my face.
I decided that I needed two valium and a dose of geritol before bed. When did I get so old?
Smiling at all in my age group, Jo-Ann
A good friend will bail you out of jail...
but a true friend will be sitting
next to you saying,
"Dâmn... that was fun!".