I woke up feeling fine yesterday and blogged about the ER. Interesting stuff—and just think y’all only got the highlights! But the morning quickly fell apart. I began sneezing, coughing…my head, ear, jaw…body exploded in agony. The bones in my face, forehead, behind my ear, and jaw were throbbing. I was nauseas, achy, dizzy! This was Chris’ fault. No good deed goes unpunished, especially if you get a comical blog out of it.
But, I had to work. There was a concert to go to. I took Dayquil, Toradol, Percocet. I used ice, took a hot, hot shower. Ice again. Dug out Amoxicillin. It wasn’t looking promising. But I had to work. So, I drug my sorry self to the office. Late. Not very late, but late nonetheless. I don’t do that; I’m almost always the first one in. My coworkers were worried about me. I sounded bad, and looked worse. Forecast predicted to be close to 110 with the heat index (which is really all I care about, I don’t care what the temp is—I wanna know how hot it’s gonna feel).
But I had a concert to go to. A concert I had wanted to see since I was seven years old. So, with Jamie, Ian, and Ryan in tow I headed east across the river to find the music. I repeated my medications so I could breathe. No Percocet, Aleve instead. It worked better.
It was an eclectic sort of crowd that we didn’t stand out in. Families with kids and grandkids, bikers. Old hippies, wannabe hippies, too-young-to-be-hippies and those dragged by their parents to the show. The heat was stifling. The crowd was courteous. Well, all except the three ladies in their summery polyester who stood in a spot that blocked center stage for everyone behind them so everyone had to stay on their feet. And that ended up ok, but it was annoying. We were all standing and dancing anyway.
It is amazing to see musicians/singers in their upper 60s boogieing their asses off. Once the band took the stage they didn’t stop, like not even to chatter. The back up musicians flowed from one song into the next without pause. I was still sniffling, but as the sunset, I forgot all about being ill.
The first set had some lesser known pieces—I recognized all of them, but couldn’t necessarily sing along. A man, a little younger than I am, in a Metallica shirt came up and danced the night away…he sang every line to every song all night. Ian was impressed.
Ian was, mostly, determined to be unimpressed. But, yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. Micky Dolenz did Randy Scouse Git with its scat, and it was all over for Ian. He was bopping and jamming in spite of himself. They did She, Saturday’s Child, and Circle Sky. There was a gritty solo on Goin’ Down (more scat)! Someday Man, I Don’t Think You Know Me. And the music from HEAD with trailers and clips was awesome! Vintage commercials (Kool-Aid and Kellogg’s—remember them?) & We’ll Be Back (I had forgotten that–but it all came flooding back) were very nice touches. There was a video, that I vaguely remember, about the fact that they were a manufactured band–tin–A man in front of us captivated the crowd by singing every single word of the non-hit. Ryan knew the words to Mary, Mary and at least a dozen other songs.
The second set, after an intermission—they’re in their late 60s and it was in the 90s at 8:30—was tremendous. They played all the songs I grew up listening to, from Cuddly Toy, to Steppin’ Stone, Sometime in the Morning, I Wanna be Free, Shades of Gray (my favorite—possibly my very favorite childhood song), She Hangs Out (Ian was appalled that I knew how to do the bugaloo [bugaloo, bugaloo] and do the shingaling too), Listen to the Band, Last Train to Clarkesville… I can’t even name them all. They even did an encore with Pleasant Valley Sunday (another personal favorite) and they closed the show with Daydream Believer, but no one commented on Davy’s height.
The band hired consummate musicians. Awesome guitar and solid horns. It was a nice tight sound. There was lots of chemistry on stage—none of the reunion-tour tensions were present. There were just enough Monkee-antics to flood memories of days gone by when gas was cheap, and neighborhoods filled with running playing children…back when I learned to do the ronde ronde do the rond rond…and just hang out.
I’m still sniffling, but I feel so much younger today. Yup, I woke up remembering how the Monkees instilled in me a sense of magic and hope. I woke up singing…
In this generation
In this lovin’ time
In this generation
We will make the world shine…
Yup, they were the first to teach me that we’ve got something to say about the world, and we should say it!
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