This Old Heart of Mine

Oh what a life! We are born, hit our teens and become emotional time bombs.
We get married, have kids (everyone’s emotions explode). The kids go to college, get married and then there is this weird void!
I feel like I’ve been emotionally paralyzed for a while. Yes, I have feelings and cry occasionally, but controlled tears.
All of a sudden, the floodgates have opened again and tears are flowing at the slightest thing. It started on Wednesday evening at the Cyndi Lauper/Rod Stewart Concert. Cyndi was a powerful performer, funny, cute and sang with a vengeance.
But when Rod Stewart took the stage my heart became open and vulnerable. Three songs into his show the tears started to stream down my face. It was the same old Rod from the seventies. The one I saw at a Rock Festival in Reading.
Was I crying because I remembered I was once young? No, I think I was crying from sheer pleasure. I remembered my life and all I’ve done. All I’m still doing. Maybe I remembered how lucky I am and cried tears of happiness. Who knows, but I’m grateful!

 

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Music and Memories

Sitting here on this sunny Colorado afternoon at 5:25 mountain time on Sunday August 11th 2013 – I look back at my life and smile. I am fifty six years old and I think I have plenty to smile about.  This afternoon I am remembering music, and what a huge part it played in my life.

What was the first record I ever bought?    Albatross by Fleetwood Mac. The year was 1969

What was the first open air concert I went to? Reading. Saw Rod Stewart, Curved Air and Hawkwind. FANTASTIC – crazy times.

Best Concerts I’ve ever been to were David Bowie at Earls Court in 1973 and Michael Jackson at Earls Court in 1989 and 1992.

Finally remembering with great fondness, the last Michael Jackson concert I went to with my husband and my eight year old daughter. It was amazing. I can’t believe he isn’t with us anymore. RIP Michael.