I made an appearance at the Steely Dan / Steve Winwood concert at SPAC yesterday evening. Several things strike my attention none of which I can remember at the moment... Shit! I can fake it for a bit... there were lot's of gray haired people there, amazing! My first fellow 50+ concert experience, that I noticed anyway.
Steve Winwood apologized that all the songs are "vintage"... and someone in the audience behind me proclaimed quite vigorously... "We're ALL vintage!"...
I just looked up the synonyms for vintage, quite nice, actually, I like being vintage - best, choice, classic, excellent, mature, select, prime, venerable... yes, venerable VERY nice, indeed! Of course I'm leaving out - old and ripe - but only two sour ones out of so many is very good odds, certainly. (I just finished reading Volume 2 of a fantasy trilogy called Temeraire by Naomi Novik...this may account for a flush of English formal 18th century flavor in my prose...what fun!)
A fellow in front of Chris and I in the venue portal line had beautiful white - silver hair. I asked Chris if my hair were similar in color or close, by way of comparison, out in actual sunlight. The gent overheard and thought we might be making fun until he saw me... =) Then we all agreed on the disproportionate number of white haired people and how nicely well behaved we all are. Apparently the obnoxious party animal energy having all been spent is not necessarily a bad thing! The word mature did come up during the course of this casual conversation. I don't recall that ever happening in a concert entry queue before. This is indeed a brave new world!
OK... so this was approximately what I had in mind to write about, I think... I did get bored at the concert and gratefully had my phone and earbuds. I tuned into an episode of On Being where Krista interviewed the lady who wrote Eat, Pray, Love... but that topic is for the next post!
I've bravely opened up the comments... out of curiosity. Be vintage or I'll shut them down again. =)
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on.
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