Friday, September 18, 2015

Paul Rodgers


So last weekend we went to see Paul Rodgers in concert. We spent hundreds of dollars for the tickets, the hotel rooms, dining out, etc. We took Ash Marie and Steven (son and daughter-in-law whom I love, love, love) with us. It was a wonderful show. Rodgers is very gracious and charming and still sings great. It was a dreamlike experience in that it was rare and so quickly over. I knew all the music go that was great for me. Steven told me the show got much better for him when he knew the songs.

Isn't that true about life? It's so much better when you know the songs. And the fact of the matter is you can only learn so many new songs. I mean love so many new songs. And if you're anything like me and still love so many of the old songs, well you can imagine.

Still by investing in going to this concert something profound happend to me. I felt this feeling of being a teenager again. The excitment of youth. Its possiblity. And everyone there was about my age. And they were mostly over weight but they were singing. We all knew the words. It was strange to see my demographic exclusively. We haven't saved the world. Most of us looked pretty torn up actually. But we were trying. Mostly everyone had dressed nicely. People were invariably polite. There was none of the testosterone driven postering of the young bucks.

This crowd helped me to see myself better. A child of the depression era 70's. Still hanging in there but not part of the 1%. I wore a golden sequined top with a denim skirt and my red Escada hearts necklace. And looked pretty cute for someone who's let her hair go white and most of which has fallen out over the past eight months.

But my husband Richard was great. I have the cutest pic of him the next day waving his hat at the camera in victory. He will turn 76 in Oct. and he's still loving life.

Of course the universe is all about balance. You don't get to have such a beautiful time without something to balance the scales. We came back to a $500 vet bill and brake maintenance on my car.
But still for an evening we were golden. We were shooting stars, shining on forever, as Paul always adds in his live performances of that song.

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