Hi, ya'll! I just stopped in to catch up on all the stories......all the stories are wonderful. I enjoy everybody here so much and am so grateful for the sharing that goes one.
Ethel - Where ya been? I had been missing you.
Karen & Sunshine -- I have to admit 'tho I wear a facade of being outgoing, I think there really is a shyness underneath that and PIP is beginning to get me to unearth a bit. Thanks to you two and Chris, Sharon, Nancy Lee, Susan and everybody else who I forgot to add. You folks are all so real.
Now, as for stories.......I've got one about Kenny Loggins ....
My ex-husband, Paul, and I were really big fans of L & M. We went to every concert that came to Cincinnati. Then they broke up and it was just Kenny. Well, that was okay 'cuz he was the one I was nuts over anyway. Paul admitted he was even jealous over my obsession with him....so, like Paul's usual response to jealously....if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right? So, now instead of one obsessing, there're two. When Loggins split off to make his solo career, we were right there to watch it. He came to Cincinnati and was booked to play at a place called, "Bogart's." Like that name.....don't bogart that joint.... Bogart's is a dinner club with a stage for performers near University of Cincinnati....last I knew, it was still there, but that's been a while.
We didn't have tickets for the concert....but there was still standing room only. I would guess the club held maybe 300-500, not sure. So, at 7 a.m. that Saturday morning, the morning of Kenny Loggins at Bogart's, Paul and I, dressed in our "cool" bell bottoms and baby shirts, got in the bug and drove 40 miles to Cinci.
When we got there, of course, Bogart's (being a dinner club) was not open. So, we walked around a bit, visited some of the artsie college shops. My favorite was the righteous jeans store. Some clever college kid had started it by buying used blue jeans for a buck or two and re-designing them into "farout" righteous jeans, selling them for a small fortune. After the "killing-time, sight-seeing" tour, we got some burgers and went back to keep our vigil for the "standing room only line" so we could be first.
On about 4:00, this really cool guy with really curly hair (kind of like an Afro) walked by and someone from Bogart's opened the door and he walked in. Whew, so tired of just waiting, thank goodness the restaurant is open....yeah. So we went to the door, but it didn't open; locked again. Paul and I went back to the nice wooden bench at the bus stop near the club/restaurant and sat down, prepared to wait a little more. It was one of the few times I remember really enjoying his company. He was like a kid anticipating his birthday cake. Everybody that went by, he'd say, "I think that might be the band....do you think that he's with the band....????" I couldn't believe him; Kenny was my obsession, not his....or so I had thought.
5:00 p.m. now, Bogart's double doors open again and out walks this curly headed guy. He comes over and sits down by us. Strikes up a right fine conversation, too. Eventually, we admit we've been there since early morning waiting to get in to see Loggins and his band. He winks at me and say, "don't worry....I know someone who can get you in." He told us to wait right where we were and he'd be back in about an hour. After he left, Paul and I just thought he was a really nice, kinda crazy hippie. Another half hour or so passes, our butts are tired...we stand, we walk, we sit....and then, three guys walk by carrying instruments. Paul turns and in an obvious, indiscret way whispers very loudly, "I think that him, I think that's Kenny Loggins!" just like a kid, yep. I said that I didn't think that was him. Well, maybe. Paul's voice gets louder, louder...and the three guys walking by start chuckling as they passed through Bogart's double doors. Ah-hah, now the doors are open.
Paul's hungry. He wants dinner and there's plenty of time to indulge in a great steak, wine, cheese....blah, blah, blah. He wants to go in. I want to stay and wait to get in line. Besides we told this George guy that we would wait like he asked. I won the argument. George returns. Slides over to me where we are sitting on the bench and speaks quietly circling our attention 'round his gentleness.
George turned out to be George Hawkins, ones of the best bass players I'd ever seen! Yep, he was Kenny's bass player. He gave me a hug, shook Paul's hand, and as he departed into Bogart's said, "I've got it all fixed. You don't have to wait in line; go have a good time until it's concert time; you don't have to be first in line; don't worry about that. When you get to the doorman, just tell him, that you are Paul and Jo and that George had talked to you about us." Exit George, again.
Okay, so now we are really flipping out. We are the definition of giddy, silly kids. We walk around a little more and then decide we're going to get something to eat. So, into Bogart's we go. Ummmm, steak......ummmmm wine. Across our booth were several tables and there were some guys sitting there eating. Paul, again, whispers VERY LOUDLY, "I think that's the band, I think that's the rest of the band!" This time, one of these guys turned around and said, "yes, it is." Blush red. Blush, blush. He then got up and came over to us. Well, since I hadn't my glasses on because I wanted to look COOL, I hadn't realized that this particular guy, this one was, indeed, Kenny Loggins himself. Well, I was in 7th heaven and so was Paul. Kenny sat down and we had a great conversation. We talked music a little (as at that time I was a musician, too, but mostly classical; we talked song lyrics and Paul told him I wrote poetry. He told me that he'd like me to put some of my songs on a tape and hear them, as well as hear my poetry. NOW THIS WAS TOO UNBELIEVABLE -- what a teenie boopper I was...hehehe. In reality, he seemed to be a really modest, shy person and didn't stay very long. He and his crew, all but George, disappeared. George stayed with us and we shared dinner. What a great nite!
When it was time that the line out front might start forming, we went out and did what George said, trusting we would get in. But we were so elated from the experience, I think we would have been fine if we hadn't. It turned out that the doorman did remember Paul and Jo. Not only did we get into the concert -- you got it -- we ended up in the first row as guests of the band.
George, I found out a few years later became the bass player for Fleetwood Mac (another of my favorite, many favorite bands).
There's another chapter to this story but not tonight.
This was One Great Memory and I want to thank you guys for pulling it out of me. to all and Peace!