from the amplifiers ringing in your head....... They've been ringing in my head for two days now. Good thing Friday was a cave day. I got in so early in the morning and I have discovered it takes longer to recuperate as I get older.
I wish I knew the words to accurately describe the most wonderful experience I have had since my Mitchell and I went to see Rod Stewart. Bob is older, gray-headed, wears glasses and sings every note like he did 40 years ago.
Katmandu, Horizontal Bop, We've Got Tonight, Betty Lou's Getting Out Tonight, Against The Wind, Beautiful Loser, The Fire Down Below, Hollywood Nights, Mainstreet, Night Moves, Shakedown, Old Time Rock and Roll, Ramblin' Gamblin' Man, Rock and Roll Never Forgets, Roll Me Away, Travelin' Man, Turn The Page, The Answer's In The Question, Simplicity, and many more I can't remember.
From the moment he
opened his mouth until he sang his last song, I was totally mesmerized. Well, almost. It is a shame to see that some people are still the complete jack***es they were 40 years ago.
In the row ahead of us, in the seat to the right of my son, some woman turns and announces that she intends to stand up through the entire show, (she's waving her second beer now) and there's no one big enough to stop her because she's 6'. Eric, at 6'3", stands and says he believes otherwise. Throughout the concert, as she kept drinking, she would raise her shirt a little higher all the time. At one point, I told her this wasn't Jerry Springer, she wasn't going to get Bob Seger beads, and drop the shirt.
Now, ladies, let me discuss the couple sitting right in front of us. It became apparent very early that there had NEVER been an ounce of class in these two. Before the concert even started, he couldn't stand up because he was so drunk. She, however, proceeded to stand up and shake her way through every song. The thing is I've only seen those kinds of movements on slugs when you put salt on them.
Now, all of us know that beauty is only skin deep and ugly is to the bone and this lady was pure dãmned bone ugly. I swear to you, I haven't seen anyone this ugly since I was about
20. Her shape was an absolute rectangle except the butt end was huge. The way she was dancing wasn't recognizable until she began bouncing her head and strutting like a chicken. You had to be there. I wish I'd had some cracked corn. (Pun intended)
They were so drunk, they knocked over bottles of beer that I didn't see and soaked my backpack. Then the guy stood up and they were weaving their way through We've Got Tonight while he's moving his hand lower and lower down her you know where. Absolutely no class. I could hear the trailer park calling them from off stage.
She and the tall blonde decided to run down to the stage at Seger and the guards had them in a flash. The blonde kept taking pictures after she was warned several times to stop. I really wish to high héll they'd been thrown out. Mind you, they were my age.
But, screw the bunch of them. I love Bob Seger, I always have, and I wouldn't let them ruin my good time. He certainly did make me feel younger and also wish I could still do some of the things I used to do. Alas, I can't get drunk at Big Daddy's and sleep on the beach anymore. Concerts aren't held at Pirate's World, the Hollywood Sportatorium or the Miami Baseball Field on beautiful clear days. I don't wear size 7 jeans and wouldn't consider owning a bathing suit today let alone a bikini. I can't stay up all night and work the next day.
But I discovered that I have a lifetime of memories to keep me happy. And it's really my time in life to remember when I was "Like a Rock" and it's really time to "Turn The Page".
Echos still ringing, 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!".