Sunday, March 11, 2007
Lost Sailor
So, to start I will briefly write about seeing Ratdog, Bob Weir's group, at the Beacon Theatre in Manhattan on Thursday.
OMIGOD! What a killer show! An astounding set list for all GD fans. And the band was quite good and quite motivated to play from the Dead's repetoire.
It was interesting to watch Bob, the perennial boy. Bob's an elder now. His hair is white, he is balding at the top, and his bushy mustache makes him look like Grizzly Adams. He was doin guitar hero struts, which I am not sure I liked. I mean, they are OK, but when you are sixty, it looks a bit weird.
Still, watching Bob go at it was encouraging. He is ten years older than I, and so I get a glimpse of what life could be like in ten years. He's got respect, and he is still in command, and maybe even still kind of sexy (I'll have to ask some female Bobby fans).
I've worried about all these things as I move down the slope of life, as it were. I'm at the top of the loop, and the downward momentum is gathering. How to handle it with dignity is the question.
I also was thinking of my late friend Andrea with whom I shared many musical passions, including dancing at Dead shows. We spent plenty of time being Deadheads, and the last Dead related show we went to together was at the Beacon in 2003. So needless to say, she was on my mind, and I was sadly missing her. She really loved roses, as does Robert Hunter, who has plenty of rose imagery in his lyrics for the Dead. Andrea always had red roses around, and had the best rose perfume. When ever I smell that scent, I think of her. So, I was feeling sad and aged.
In the second set Bob launched into Lost Sailor, which took me back to times dancing with her to that song. As I was descending a bit more into grief and sadness and self pity, and right during a rockin part of the song, a beautiful red rose fell into my lap from up above!!! A little message from my long lost friend.....
It really cheered me up, in a bittersweet sorta way.
Hey, I know some one up in the balcony threw it, but it was the timing! So in my own way, I figure A used that person to talk to me. Thanks Andrea! I will always love you!
So, back to Bob. A great high energy show, Bob still belts em out, and makes the high notes work. The drumz space break featured Kenny Brooks, the sax player, and some DJ and some horn players and was a great sort of jazz hip hop rave mix dance kind of thing that really hit a great groove. Bob left the stage so the "kids" could mess around and they did good.
All in all, a great show. Go see Ratdog!!
Andrea you are always in my heart and thoughts. Love you, wherever you are.
OMIGOD! What a killer show! An astounding set list for all GD fans. And the band was quite good and quite motivated to play from the Dead's repetoire.
It was interesting to watch Bob, the perennial boy. Bob's an elder now. His hair is white, he is balding at the top, and his bushy mustache makes him look like Grizzly Adams. He was doin guitar hero struts, which I am not sure I liked. I mean, they are OK, but when you are sixty, it looks a bit weird.
Still, watching Bob go at it was encouraging. He is ten years older than I, and so I get a glimpse of what life could be like in ten years. He's got respect, and he is still in command, and maybe even still kind of sexy (I'll have to ask some female Bobby fans).
I've worried about all these things as I move down the slope of life, as it were. I'm at the top of the loop, and the downward momentum is gathering. How to handle it with dignity is the question.
I also was thinking of my late friend Andrea with whom I shared many musical passions, including dancing at Dead shows. We spent plenty of time being Deadheads, and the last Dead related show we went to together was at the Beacon in 2003. So needless to say, she was on my mind, and I was sadly missing her. She really loved roses, as does Robert Hunter, who has plenty of rose imagery in his lyrics for the Dead. Andrea always had red roses around, and had the best rose perfume. When ever I smell that scent, I think of her. So, I was feeling sad and aged.
In the second set Bob launched into Lost Sailor, which took me back to times dancing with her to that song. As I was descending a bit more into grief and sadness and self pity, and right during a rockin part of the song, a beautiful red rose fell into my lap from up above!!! A little message from my long lost friend.....
It really cheered me up, in a bittersweet sorta way.
Hey, I know some one up in the balcony threw it, but it was the timing! So in my own way, I figure A used that person to talk to me. Thanks Andrea! I will always love you!
So, back to Bob. A great high energy show, Bob still belts em out, and makes the high notes work. The drumz space break featured Kenny Brooks, the sax player, and some DJ and some horn players and was a great sort of jazz hip hop rave mix dance kind of thing that really hit a great groove. Bob left the stage so the "kids" could mess around and they did good.
All in all, a great show. Go see Ratdog!!
Andrea you are always in my heart and thoughts. Love you, wherever you are.
