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550 posted 04-28-2004 04:52 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

smile...

It was one that I wrote myself though.

Not sure if it will help much, but here is the first stanza of "Happy Juice Blues":

"What's there to do
when there's nothing to do?
I try, lord, I try
but nuthin' feels right.
So I reach for the glass
like the dumb stupid-ass that I am--
strung out
with those Happy Juice Blues..."

sigh.

I was nervous and "pitchy".

But when I wrote that song I wasn't nervous.

grin.

I was so drunk I was singing "Happy Bluice Jews"...

shaking my head

oh the things I confess online...
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551 posted 04-28-2004 05:03 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

*Wild Applause!!*

YOU are adorable lady!

One day we will have a get-together down south and you will sing for us all...yes?

Gawd I love this place!
Did I already say that?
Well, hell I just said it again.
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552 posted 04-28-2004 05:48 PM       View Profile for garysgirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit garysgirl's Home Page   View IP for garysgirl

Hey, Karen, I heard the harmony to your song and don't even know the tune.....now just how could that be??

Do you play any instruments, Karen? How about anybody else?

You know what, Nance, I love this place too....have I told ya'll that lately?
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553 posted 04-28-2004 05:56 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Actually? Ethel?

I play a mean kazoo.



I know a few chords on guitar though, and some piano scales, and every now and then, when I'm drunkly dramatic, I'll hit a few chords on the piano...leaving ashes in my wake...it's downright pitiful.

And the guitar? shrug.

I just picked up a guitar because I thought it was strange to just walk around through life bursting into song--kinda like a Mel Brooks movie or somethin'.

I just wrapped a guitar around me for the sake of dignity.

I love to sing, even though I've no aspirations of being a singer.

Something about it just feels good.

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554 posted 04-28-2004 06:17 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

and btw? I've a sneaking suspicion that Nancy Lee sings too...



watch out lady, mysteria will be asking for a phone concert...

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555 posted 04-28-2004 06:49 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

ahhh, did someone say musical instrament?  My piano was my poetry, before I had a word muse...I still love her as she has been with me since I was seven.  But, alas, she is not well...no more able to be tuned..but I still play now and then and treasure the times when the sound comes from the soul.

And the guitar...well that I used in my classrooms...yep..the kids thought I was a rock and roll star...of course just having one in my possession, puts me in that catagory...and I actually played and sang a few kid friendly songs.

Hi!  I just got back from a wonderful visit with Liz Santos...and met Denise and Nan as well.  It was wonderful!  When I get my film developed, I'll share.  Hugs all!
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556 posted 04-28-2004 08:30 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

I HEARD...and can't wait to hear more!

and yay! pictures!

gleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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557 posted 04-28-2004 08:36 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

*SmilinG*....I hum....LOL....
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558 posted 04-28-2004 08:49 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

what a coincidence, I do too!



wanna start a band?

(or maybe we could just follow one?)

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559 posted 04-28-2004 09:46 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Okay, on a somewhat more serious note, I'm continually amazed by the patience of our benefactor, Mr. Ron Carnell.

Gawd knows I've been a pain in the ass, and gawd knows I'm not the only one! (heh)

But I was thinking on this today, and I related to the Sharons on the phone that I had in fact, had a dream about Ron.

Actually, it wasn't so much about Ron, but about his house.

In my dream, I was crashing on Ron Carnell's couch.

(simple enough, so far, yes?)

But, yet, Ron Carnell was hardly present in my dream.

I was in this kind of den area, (and blush, okay there was a bed there) but that wasn't what fixed my attention. In Ron Carnell's house was bookshelves, rows and rows and rows of bookshelves, with one of those ladder type dealies on wheels, enabling one to reach the upper shelf--IF there were books there. (They were all packed in boxes.)

In my dream, I was a bit uncomfortable too, sitting there (on the bed--BLUSH) but with my knapsack packed ready to hit the door at any second.

Whereupon, Ron came into the room and told me "Relax, wouldja?"

Then he said he had some things to do and told me to make myself at home.

So I did.

I re-arranged the man's furniture! (I also shelved the books, Ron.)



I remember thinking as I woke up, "I hope he likes it..."



But anyhoo, all of this got me to thinking how easy you all have made it for me (a non-joiner type) to come here to pip, and stay.

I wandered in my thoughts some more, and thought how much more tolerant Ron (and you all) are in comparison to me.

I have one rule in my house, but it is all-inclusive.

I call it the D.A.M. rule.

D.A.M.?

Yep.

Don't Annoy Me.

My children were raised with this rule and understood the meaning from the time they were toddlers.

In fact, once, my mother-in-law was being, well, annoying one day, and my impatience was beginning to show, I'm afraid.

"What?" she asked to nobody in particular.

silence.

Then my daughter, who was four at the time, replied,

"Maw-Maw? I think you broke the D.A.M. RULE!"

Nod.

That one took some explaining on my part...

So...

I know I have thanked you before, but Ron, but if you can stand it?

Thanks again.

You have taught me much.

I'm grateful.

and?

*cackle*

see you in your dreams...

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560 posted 04-28-2004 10:36 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Karen...you just make me glee!!!!!!  
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561 posted 04-28-2004 10:50 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Hugging Martie home…giggling at Serenity…wondering if RON will dream tonight…and about what.  LOL…

Tomorrow I do it again.

But I think I’m doing it better.  This time, spouse will stay home, because I finally said, “you make me nervous”.   So, he’ll do the one, no, two things I asked.

And once again, I will manage to calm the butterflies and moths to get in front of a camera and read two or three poems.  I will not stutter.  I will put a little more action into my reading.  I will continue to promote myself.

And perhaps this taping [which was the second thing I asked him to do] will turn out better than the last three.

Maybe.

Maybe it will be a documentary to my grandkids.  {look how silly grandma looked back then…}

Maybe it will be a testament to stick-to-it-tive-ness {you’d think after five years she’d get tired of it.}

And if you knew how rotten I am at self-promotion, you’d realize how safe I feel HERE, telling you this.  Even though I’ve quietly asked for help before [tell me which one I should read, please…] I didn’t do it this time.  I’m going to hang myself, alone

By my own choice, my own picks.

If I get through it ok, [or if I think I did ok] I’ll let you know what they were, if you wish.

But for now, just a silent little “let her do ok, God” tomorrow night, 8:00-8:10 CST, or DST [whichever one I’m in] would be SO appreciated…knowing you’re all with me right at that moment.  And I’ll pretend the camera people is Serenity’s son…and the people standing around aren’t strangers, but really all of you.  And you’ll give me five minutes to share, verbally.

Yea, if I do that, I won’t stutter.
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562 posted 04-28-2004 11:20 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

Wow!!  Wouldn't it be cool Karen..and not at all surprising, to find out that Ron's den is exactly as you described it in your dream??!!

*Nodding with a knowing smile here*

And as for me singing..well, it's usually when my sister and I get together and we belt out the show tunes from the broadway musicals...or the old torch songs...

"Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky...stormy weather"  LOL.

Instruments..let's see, there's an antique upright piano, several harmonicas, (a couple of guitars until my son moved), moracas of course, a keyboard, a couple of unique African intruments, yes a kazoo, a flute..and I am sure my sister can think of more..
BUT, the one I play??    

I'm told I play a wicked tambourine on my derriere.

You are so right Karen...the things we admit to here.    

Gleee....you made me do it!!  
Oh gawd, I just gleeeeeeed!

Hugs to Martie..love ya lady.

Ethel Mae?  Thanks for your eyes today!!  

Karilea...you will NOT stutter....there.  Okay?  Good.

Nite all....
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563 posted 04-29-2004 01:17 AM       View Profile for garysgirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit garysgirl's Home Page   View IP for garysgirl

Hi all.......I'm just going to bed, after falling asleep watching a program on t.v.......but I just had to stop in here first.....

to read........to see what ya'll are doing.....or have done......

Karen, I knew you could play some kind of instrument. I have a guitar, but never learned to play very well......I figured that Nancy could sing......and Nancy, you can play your tamborine for us....

and Martie, I wish we all could have been with all of you....I'm waiting for the pictures, too...and I would love to hear you play the piano......

and Karilea, I know that you will read your poems without stuttering......and will pick just the right ones to read......

oh, and Sharon, please tell the other Sharon that I said hi and that I think of her often........tell her to take care and to stay safe.......

and Karen, isn't Ron the greatest...making us so comfortable in his home....I agree, wouldn't it be something if his den really looked like that? I wouldn't be surprised either, Karen, because I believe in dreams...

well, I need to go to bed....I just felt compelled to come back here to see ya'll.....goodnight and sweet dreams everyone............

By the way, Nance, where is Chrislane. Is she okay? Tell her that I said hi.
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564 posted 04-29-2004 06:32 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine


*SmilinG*  You'll all know if you hear the GLEEEEEEE

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565 posted 04-29-2004 11:49 AM       View Profile for Susan Caldwell   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan Caldwell

Was talking to a fellow pipster today about youth and the decisions we make...

Love, longing and loneliness, all three are emotions that can make us lose sight of logic.  Any one of the three can set us on a course of destruction.  

I am no different.  

The first time was when I was 18 years old.  

I had been in the Navy less than a year.  In that time I had worked and partied.  I had four girlfriends that lived in the barracks with me.  Us four went out almost every night that we didn’t have duty.   We would spend our last dollar getting into our favorite club (Sebastian’s, in Newport, RI.).  I loved that club.  It featured local bands.  My favorite band was, “Sabotage.”  One night I managed to stop the band, mid-song.  How I managed that, is another story.  
After months of this life style, I started feeling burnt out.  I didn’t really like drinking.  I didn’t really like not having someone special in my life.  I was depressed.  I was homesick.  Not for the home I had come from, but rather for the home I wanted to make  (I am a homebody at heart).  
Then one night my friend asked me to go down to the pier with her.  Her boyfriend had gotten into a fight and was restricted to the boat.  I had nothing to do, so I went.  Turns out the guy her boyfriend had gotten into a fight with, was someone I knew of and he was there (apparently the two guys were friends and had a misunderstanding which was settled after they got busted for fighting).  
I am for the most part, now at the age of 39, able to speak my mind.  But back then, at 18, I was still shy and introverted.  That night, on the boat, when I met the friend of my friend’s boyfriend (still with me?) is the first time I remember EVER being bold with a guy.  It still brings a smile to my face.  
I sat there making idle chitchat with this guy, when I accidentally kicked him.  He looked at me and said, “You touched me.”  To which I replied, “Yes, and what are you going to do about it?”  He kissed me.  
This guy was on restriction (not to leave the boat) yet he found a way to go out with me (to the club, drinking) and he got in more trouble for it.  Then he got me to bring him a bottle on the ship.  He got three days bread and water in the brig.  (Yes, they really do that).  Did any of this dissuade me?  Not a chance, I was young lonely and longing for a home of my own.  
He ended up getting kicked out of the Navy and my girlfriend and I got an apartment for both of our men to move into once they were out of the Navy.  (Never live with friends or family). Three months after that, I married him.  I remember times, before we got married, being concerned about how much and often he drank.  But I always talked myself down.  With things like, “he is young, he will outgrow it.”  I couldn’t have been more wrong…

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566 posted 04-29-2004 10:35 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Susan?  Meet extra-introverted.  [I think we need to get Kit to make a "smilie meeting smilie and shaking hands" smilie...]  Anyway...

39 hey?  We need to meet, girl.  Until PiP, I was staying in such a shell that some of my friends are now admitting that when they first met me, they [behind my back] referred to me as "ice princess".  Gads.  I am glad one of them finally "broke" the ice enough to tell me what they see, because it is NOT what I want to promote.

Speaking of promoting....

anyone hear a GLEEEEEEEEEEE tonight?     That was me!  Tonight's "appearance" on Open Mic for Salina's Access TV was GOOD!  Now, yes, I heard of some "criticism" when I got home...but at least he taped it, so I could at least critique myself, and yes, in a way, he was right, because the first two poems I read WERE some of my more "quiet" works which he refers to as "monotone."

BUT....

Even the quiet works were acknowledged as I left the station.  Have you ever had someone repeat back to you YOUR words? I mean, outside of PiP?

And you stand there thinking "did I write that?" when they are smiling at you and thanking you for writing words like that!

Then, out in the parking lot, some of the other participants where waving from their cars, saying "thank you for such wonderful poetry!"

Wow.  Double wonderment.

Now, here are the three poems I shared with non-PiP people...

The "Just Know" Times;
Your Poem; and
Cherry Pits and Grape Leaves

Sweethearts and Gentle Men...thank you.  Thank you once again [for it's never enough] for allowing me to be me...for letting me grow and fall; glide and drift; glee... and share...; but above all...

for giving me a safe place to land. [Thank you, too, Mr. McKuen]

You will NEVER know how special you ALL are to me.  

Serenity?  I hijacked YOUR thread again.  A special hug from me, to you.  
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567 posted 04-30-2004 02:20 AM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

I stopped in to get caught up and started to kill myself laughing at this...

quote:
(by Karen of her dream) I was in this kind of den area, (and blush, okay there was a bed there) but that wasn't what fixed my attention. In Ron Carnell's house was bookshelves, rows and rows and rows of bookshelves, with one of those ladder type dealies on wheels, enabling one to reach the upper shelf--IF there were books there. (They were all packed in boxes.)

Hey not far off is she Ron, only those are extra copies of all the printed Passions poetry books you got stuck with.  I sure hope tonight she doesn't open any cupboard doors at your house in her dream she will get a virtual bonk on the head!

Sorry, I couldn't resist that as the picture I had in my mind was just so clear and it was kind of hilarious, if you aren't stuck with the books that is   Okay, so you had to be here.

Oh, and by the way Karen can really sing the blues, but then didn't you expect she would?  

You're next up for a concert there Nancy Lee!
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568 posted 04-30-2004 01:07 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

I didn't really expect my dream to be a psychic phenomenon or anything.

Sheesh.

If figger that if it's a sign of anything, it's a sign that I'm still spending way too much time here.




giggle,

and Kari, no no no, my apologies to you--didn't mean to ignore you, I've just been "hit and miss" again. I'm so glad that everything went well for you m'friend.



and now? Guess what? I'm going to the Bowie concert I was bragging on earlier.

and yikes! I only have eight hours left to get ready!

I have to watch how "prepared" I tend to make myself for shows--do ya'll know how many shows I have absolutely no recollection of attending? (Ya'll don't?--me either)

As is the nature of rock fans, when they get together and start comparing notes about which acts they have seen and the rating of such, here's my end of the conversation:

I ask the hubby:

"Was I there?"

"Yes, you were."

"Did I have fun?"

"Don't you always?"

*   *   *

So?

I intend to remember this one. Sometimes the hubby's idea of fun isn't mine, I have learned.

He and I will have been married two years in August, but actually? We've been doing this dance of madness off and on now for 28 years...

wow.

28 years.

wow.

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28 years was on my mind as we went to the show last night.

I asked my husband, "when did you start talking so much?"

He asked me, in return,

"When did you start listening?"

Touche'.

*  *  *

I'm pretty sensitive to sound, and you'd think I'd be accustomed to loud, but actually I think it's worse as the hormones kick in. Poor quality sound makes me downright irritable. If you crank up bad sound, I'm liable to develop facial tics from nerves.

It's for that reason that I don't mind being a little late for rock shows. Opening acts tend to put me on edge. I had no idea who was opening for Bowie, but the name was vaguely familiar. The Polyphonic Spree.

I counted twenty-six members onstage. They were dressed in white choir robes edged with a spiritually purple border.

All of them sang.

And all of them danced--with the exclusion of those seated at instruments--such as drums, harp, & piano. But even they jammed as if possessed by something irresistibley intense.

They were just so into it. They exuded this frenetic, shamanic type of energy, and had there not been that annoying "white noise" buzz in the sound system I would have been completely enthralled. I couldn't understand the vocals to judge the lyrics of their offerings, but it was very much a modern day "Up With People" offering. I noticed a bit of a following in the audience too--all white robes and enthusiasm.

I think those unfamiliar with this group  were quite taken aback.

I heard the term "cultish" to describe them so many times that I told the husband mockingly, "It's settled. I'm calling the kids. We are selling everything we own to become followers of The Polyphonic Spree. I'll have Krista stitch up some sheets tomorrow."

He nodded and said, "Okay!"

He hadn't heard a word I said, but the woman next to me choked as she laughed in her beer.

Shrug. I was only half joking. I really liked them. As they exited the stage, I was sitting there trying to remember the last time I had felt that excited about anything. I rather envied them.

During the intermission, I took advantage of the facilities and stopped at the bar for a cocktail. Hmmm. Crown Royal? Boom. $5.25.

So I put the five back in my wallet and grabbed a twenty, sighing.

It was a long line, but I wasn't minding so much, as I'm an ardent people watcher. So I was just standing there, checking out the crowd, and I couldn't help but notice an impeccably dressed woman in front of me. I couldn't help but notice her because she very tall. I came up to her elbow.

Hmmm.

I was pretty sure she was a woman.

I say "pretty sure" because my husband had just related his bathroom adventure to me--he had stood at the ornate urinals in the Saengar Theater next to a man in fishnet stockings and a green silk mini-dress, as the man's partner--a woman, waited for him just outside, dressed dominatrix style in studded leather, arms folded and foot-tapping, looking rather cross.

Ooooo-kay.

Shrug.

Whatever gets you through your life, yanno?

But anyhoo--that's why I was contemplating whether this gorgeous creature in front of me was male or female or in transition. She was next to be served, and I heard order a couple of drafts, whereupon she startled me by turning around and asking, "What are you drinking?"

Huh?

"Crown and coke."

"And give this lady a crown and coke please."

Wow.

"Thanks," I said.

She noted the measured shot of crown, and said, "Is that all they give you? Make it a double." She told the bartender.

Wow again.

Okay.

STILL not enough.

"Make it a triple." she said again, but I actually begged off, and told her that a double shot was more than enough.

"Make it a triple and give her the coke on the side."

At this point I'm just scratching my head. I'd never seen her before in my life and she'd just thrown a twenty on the bar to buy me a drink.

Before she left, I looked up at her (way up) and asked her,

"Um, how come?"

"Because I'm tall."

WEIRD.

I returned to my seat and told my husband what had happened. I had to. The entire row could smell my drink as I nudged past them sideways (trying not to spill) to resume my seat.

After I explained, he shook his head and said to a guy he'd been chatting with,

"She picks up more women than I do."

"Nice..." The bald-headed black guy looked at us with renewed interest.

I frowned at my husband and asked again,

"When did you start talking so much?"

*  *  *

I was disappointed with the show, too. Bowie seemed low-energy after the hyper opening act, and I had that disappointment with sound that tends to happen at the Saengar with groups more accustomed to playing large arenas. They'd hung stacks unnecessarily for such a small place, the sound was mixed poorly and not equalized. There were interesting things to see, of course--the light show was excellent, but Bowie also had a forty foot screen behind him with computer animated cartoons, which are now pretty passe' in my book. I expected him to play his dance music of course. (and he did) but I also expected someone who made a fortune playing dance music to dance--just a little--but unfortunately the largest expenditure of energy the man made was to change from one expensive guitar to the next.

Perhaps I'm jaded but I was unimpressed.

So? I meandered about the lobby, enjoying the mix of people populating the various lines, popping my head through the theater doors for my favorite tunes.

It was the first time I'd seen David Bowie, and unless it's free and I'm escorted by the tall um, lady?, it will be the last.

*  *  *

But I just might go see The Polyphonic Spree again.



So there ya have it folks, serenity's night on the town report.

*  *  *

WEIRD
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Karen...I swear I could hear your voice talking this.  I have a phobia about concerts and crouds...I think it came from the time at a Hall and Oats concert..(did I spell Oats right?) when I swear someone put drugs in my white wine.  They were just coming up to Sara's Smile...when the audience all stopped moving and became like a black and white photograph...and the only thing that was real was what was happening on the stage.  I curled up into a little ball in my chair and started whimpering...and my husband had to take me home.  He was not too happy.  Pitty!
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571 posted 05-02-2004 02:56 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Martie?

Thank you for "hearing" me.



I've spent the last two (three?) years of my life trying to figure out which voice was mine, and I don't think the people around me are as accepting as you (all) are about which voice might be my own. I don't expect they ever will either. So thank you.

Sometimes I feel like a juke-boxed serenity...

I understand that 'claustophobia' in a crowd, too. I, also, always tend to waddle the other way, a lone penguin in stray.

No applause necessary.

I do not like a group mentality. I don't trust the sway of "critical mass." I have been to more rock shows than I can count, and a couple of times, I do recall, attempting to discuss the social phenomenon of the rock show with my fellow attendees. We sat earnestly, on the sidelines, observing, anthropologically, the catering of psychology to the crowd.

We talked about the apparent dissolution of society--the breakdowns, and how, not just rock and roll, but how massive groupings of people of like mind (including politics) replaced a cumulative worship--that very need to gather and release--as we made the obvious comparisons of Hitler to JFK to Morrison as we talked about personal responsibility--as? We passed the joint.

We didn't realize that we were lampooning ourselves.

"Never trust anybody over thirty."

Well?

I gotta admit, the list of survivors is pitifully short.

grin?

Am I jaded? I suppose I am.

My own "glory" stories make me tired these days--I'm looking for another pass through the mountains.

I'm that bitch in the audience, arms folded across her chest, noting the lines of the wires of the lights across the stage and counting the "cans" ahead of time, knowing exactly what's in store for the show...

wishing for surprise.

You are way ahead of the game, Martie.

You always have been.
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572 posted 05-04-2004 02:20 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

I have never attended a rock 'n roll concert of performers from these last two decades, because, quite simply, I'm not a rock 'n roll crowd person.  I do go to see the oldies and greats, when they come to town, in almost any other venue, including R&R, because by now...hee hee...they're MY age...

We "older" crowds tend to be a bit more courteous...until the music takes us back to being 18 again...and then we get a bit boisterous...

My own SO doesn't like it when I get too boisterous.  I have this voice that "carries", he says...quite possibly all the way to the ear of the entertainer.  I think I've heard worse, but that's not the point.  And what fun is going, if you can't enjoy yourself, and let the entertainer know he or she is putting on a great show?

Lately I've been going to more community theater shows, though.  Now, I have to admit to being a wee bit prejudiced, because I'm sure that there is just as much if not more talent in other towns our size, but it sure does seem like we have our share of GOOD talent here in the middle of everything.  [You think He puts 'em all in a bag and shakes 'em out through a little opening and they just happen to land here?  LOL...I do...]

So now I get season tickets for each year, whether I can afford them or not.  

"What makes you think I want to see all of 'em?"  

*shrug*  We scratch off musicals automatically and I call my girlfriends or my daughter if she is in town.  Or my oldest granddaughter...it doesn't matter.  One of the two of us is going to have fun.

And somehow, the community theater has yet to let me down.  I always come away impressed, and pleased, with their performances, whether it's first night, middle of the week run, or the last show...

and I don't care that I have to go "all the way down there" for my front-row-center seats...at least I don't have anyone in front of me snapping gum and/or fidgeting in their seat in front of me.  I get in to the play, all the way.  And if the crew is being interactive?  All the more fun!!

The last play I saw was this last Saturday in Dodge City - certainly not my neck of the woods, but still flavored with great Kansas actors.  I knew it was to be a comedy, but I've known comedies to slack off a bit in the humor department to build up again.  Well, not this play.  It kept the humor high from beginning to end.  In fact, we even conjectured that there was a bit of, ahm, wardrobe malfunction in "Not Now, Darling".  

As this was the last show of their season, several of us are pretty sure there was a little hanky panky with the costumes, and if not, some sort of "message" during one of the "flashings" of a supposedly naked girl wrapped up in a fur coat.  We thought that, because the intended victim of the "flashing" totally lost his next line...and it was the classical bloopers of the season!  Everyone seemed to be in on the joke but him.  A real trooper, he finally regained his lines, and added a bit of extemporaneous thought.  It was, indeed, a wonderful night.

Celebrate the arts...go see a play!
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573 posted 05-04-2004 05:56 PM       View Profile for Ringo   Email Ringo   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ringo

Karen- I TRIED to let this one go... howevr anything bringing around a concert story deserves a reply.
lol

Probably the strangest concert story I have is the night I took a potential girlfriend to see Styx/REO/April Wine... This girl was a bit younger than I (I was 34 and she was 25) and had, as of yet not "indulged". I actually really liked her, and wanted a semi-long term thing, and figured that this was the night that everything would come together. I was figuring that between "Just Between You And Me", "Babe", The Best Of Times", and all of the REO love songs, this night was shoe-in (if my all too immoral meaning is understood). Well, things were going great... The April Wine show was decent enough, and we moved to holding hands. Styx was almost as good as they were with the original members (Dennis and Frank were gone, and Chuck was dead), and with the love songs we had our arms around each other, and I was feeling the end of the night was guaranteed...
During REO we started on the occasional lip lock, and I knew it was all over except the undressing....

UNTIL.......

REO played one of their biggest hits ,"I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore". At this point, she melted into a puddle of tears and emotion because that was "their song" for her and her ex-fiance, who's wedding would have been the week before. Something about going from 60 to 0 in a split second comes to mind.  
I immediately backed into supportive mode, and became the death knell for any budding relationship... the "friend". She came around, stopped crying, and began with then actions taht I was hoping for just a few minutes earlier, however, I realized that she was wanting- and attempting- one last thing with her ex, and I wasn't having it... She was willing to give up the one last thing she had to give NOT because she wanted to be with me, rather because she wanted to be with HIM.  So I (and I STILL can't believe I did it) backed off and told her "no".
We eventually did start dating, although we never "got together"...

The BEST part of the story (and the only good part) was that she told all of her friends, and THEY thanked me... however that is a story for another thread.


I AM smiling...
And tht fact should be enough to cause you to worry.
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574 posted 05-04-2004 07:56 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Thread away, Ringo...you have all the makings of a comfortable quilt to warm us well...pull the pieces together, man...

tell the story.
 
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