Daily Cookie

August 7, 2007, 12:43 am
Filed under: Events

This past weekend¬†I went to see the Steve Miller Band in concert.¬† We were asked to go months ago and I remember thinking that it would be alot of fun.¬† I mean who doesn’t remember and love the song The Joker?¬†¬†Got to admit, I forgot about it until I received the reminder email, but¬†then began to listen to all their old hits.¬† A girl has got to prepare.¬† I immediately sensed the vibe¬†and was automatically transported back to my days at Boston College.¬† Presto. . .once again I wanted to Fly Like an Eagle.

My husband was formally a rock star (no pun intended) in the music¬†industry and used to book and manage bands.¬† He will shoot me for writing this, but he toured with¬†Robert Palmer and dated (well whatever you call it when a¬†cougar “dates” a young, stress is on young here folks,¬†man) ?????.¬† How he ever got into money management from there I do not know, but¬†luckily he did.¬† Hit songs and hit stocks were integrated (Nance that word is all yours babe)¬†and became his thing.¬† Anyway, music is a part of our daily lives.

That being said, we have very different taste in music and a very different approach to its enjoyment.¬† I tend to listen to my “all time favorite songs right now” over and over and over again.¬† This drives him batty by the way.¬† But it sums up my personality and what makes me tick.¬† I bet there are tons of other Space Cowboys (I bought the shrunken¬†tee!) out there who feel the same exact way.¬† The music moves us and for whatever reason.¬† The songs and/or the band are our illusionists.¬†¬†Care to join me in the front row?

I ventured down¬†there a few times at this concert.¬† There was no stopping me.¬† I went to hear 3 songs and I wasn’t leaving until¬†I did.¬† Everyone else was complaining it was too hot (it must have been 120 degrees under that tent) and they were tired.¬† As soon as I heard the first few notes of Rock ‘N Me, I was off.¬† Ran right by my husband, right by my group and right by the security guards.¬† ¬†¬†There I was in the front row swaying and sweating to one of my all time favorite songs. . . right then.¬† For about¬†9 minutes I was¬†a BC Eagle all over again and a Steve Miller groupie.

Songs remind us of times –¬†whether they are happy or sad. Or¬†they remind us of people – whether they are good or bad.¬†¬†And somehow everytime they manage “to reach out and grab” me.¬†¬† They must be magic.