Stardom
5 August 2008
Went to a concert tonight, the nature of which is a little embarrassing. Suffice to say I have a soft spot for certain 60s- and 70s-era singer-songwriters. Randomly, my father was given two box seats to the concert, and I went with him.
I was reminded that wondrous things happen when people are inspired. One man with a guitar and some uncomfortable emotions (and, let’s face it, a feel for the cheesy turn of phrase) can grow into a full production with three spangled back-up singers, a horn section, and arenas full of dancing fans.
So dream big. You just never know.
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Knit Like You Mean It. 
LOL. A little Sweet Caroline never hurt anyone. Whilst standing behind two 20-somethings on a metro escalator I heard him described as the Jewish version of Elvis…
~Kate (from Mother’s Day retreat)
Hey there! So funny! He kind of is…there were a lot of screaming women in the stands. I went to the restroom partway through and missed the beginning of “Forever in Blue Jeans.” The woman sitting next to me told me she’d have wet her pants before missing that song.
More power to him. Seems not to take himself too seriously, either. If I had women wetting their pants lest they miss a few moments of my performance… I might let that go to my head. Heck, I’d cancel all intermissions just to maximize the thrill/torture of it all.
Come to think of it, there _weren’t_ any intermissions…evidently the man is a closet sadist.