I just got home from a concert. It feels funny to use that word to describe listening to a symphony, but that’s what it was. Electric series, mind you, where the symphony is producing popular music. In this case it was the music of the Eagles. The Don Henley interpretive singer was excellent and when I closed my eyes I thought I might have been listening to Desperado live….Except for the fact that the entire audience was sitted and sitting pretty still for most of the night.
I was itching to get up and dance in the aisles (heh, my kids used to do it at Sharon Lois and Bram concerts at this venue – who would stop me?) But I didn’t – mostly because I didn’t want to be told to sit down and shut up.
I went to a lot of concerts when I was a teenager. We lived in Niagara Falls, Ontario and you could pack your jay in your sock and walk right across the border to the convention centre to see some big acts. We saw ZZ Top and Peter Frampton (comes alive) there. In Buffalo at Rich Stadium we went to the Police Picnics and saw Elton John (and KiKi Dee). We never sat down. At Peter Frampton my friend Andrew put me on his shoulders right at the front crush. At smaller venues I saw Max Webster, Blue Oyster Cult, Pablo Cruise. There were likely more but who can remember?
What I remember is that we stood, we rocked, we waved our lighters, we sang, we smiled – we really got into the music.
Tonight, if you looked around, people were sitting pretty still and some not even smiling. How sad, how dreary.
Where has the music gone in our lives. It’s time to reclaim our stereos, computers, Ipods and car sound systems. The kids have their headphones anyway. I’m going to start playing music more and more often. It might be music from the ’70s and ’80s (don’t call it classic rock please) – but it’ll be good.
You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.