So among us at the big show were a small business owner, a banking mortgage guys, a financial planner, a professional cleaner, the musicians, a graphic artist, and yours truly.
Of all these, I was most impressed with banking mortgage guy, because we had just been discussing his 8-year-old daughter's birthday party, then when the band started, he was singing along to every. Single. Word.
He had come a pretty fair distance, on a school night no less, and I wanted to send a little card to his wife that said, "well done" because I'm sure it's no fun for her. But come on, the Scorchers are in the UK! That does not happen often.
My hat is off to all the folks who have a Real Job and Real Life (Kids Included) and still made the time to come see the band. I have few commitments and I'm finding it harder and harder to do.
My friend confided that he dreamt of being a rock star for a time, even played in a band, but cast his lot for responsibility (oh, he hinted there was a talent issue, but who knows? It's such a mercurial business).
This made me think of my road warrior pal who crossed paths with me at concerts in Nashville, eking out a few hours of joy amid sales calls. His garage band (all cool rockin' daddies in the U.S.A., as Bruce would say) gets some ink in the Atlanta area from time to time.
I think that's so incredible. What that says to me is that the creative impulse is so strong, that you can put years of Office Jobs on top of it, cover it up with Life Happens and Daily Grind and there is still a way it will leach into the ground water where you are. It will come leaking out as a weblog, or a jam session with the guy down the street, or a photo set on Flickr. And I think that is marvellous.
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