I find so much sustenance from music.
There's nothing like being alone in the car,
with That Old Time Rock 'n' Roll blasting,
to lift your spirits.
Music weaves seamlessly into the soundtrack
of favorite movies, but more importantly,
becomes the soundtrack of your life.
There are those musical events that stand out.
Concerts you're glad you attended.
The first I remember,
one I'm so privileged to have attended,
was a night of Dave Brubeck.
He died today at 91, a day before his 92nd birthday.
He was a legend in the jazz world,
becoming the first jazz artist to sell a million albums.
His long-time musical partner, alto sac player Paul Desmond,
wrote the saxophone melody for the Dave Brubeck Quartet's
memorable piece "Take Five," a jazz classic in 5/4 time.
The piece became the title song for the album.
I, as an adolescent, fancied myself a sophisticate
and intellectual, so of course,
I had to listen to jazz.
At least for a while.
Notably, and oddly, the Brubeck Quartet
was paired in that concert with a trio. . .
Peter, Paul and Mary.
They were, of course, too mundane and commercial
for my refined tastes.
But eventually, I got over myself,
and admitted that I was a rock girl at heart.
And stated going to other,
more age-appropriate concerts,
both then and now.
Eric Clapton, for one, had me weeping with his guitar playing.
I've gone to three Carole King concerts
(congrats on your star on the Walk of Fame)
and loved them all,
though my favorite was at Red Rocks
outside of Denver,
sitting at the upper elevations of the amphitheater,
watching the lights of Denver twinkle
on a warm summer evening
and learning the meaning of a Rocky Mountain High.
Jimmy Buffett concerts are. . . unique.
The Beach Boys were fun, both
as older-than me guys
and older-than-dirt ones.
I never got the chance to see the Beatles,
but a girls' night to see Sir Paul
was a highlight,
even if he didn't look like this any longer
and he was married to that upstart Heather Mills.
Elton John puts on quite a show
(we took the kids to one, but when we asked
if they wanted to see him again the next time
he came to Seattle, they reared back in disgust
and said, "That's a concert for old people."
and so does Celine Dion
(and those tickets were complimentary,
always a bonus).
But perhaps the most moving concert
I ever attended was on the Sunday evening
after September 11, 2011.
James Taylor was scheduled to play Seattle's Key Arena.
No planes were flying, of course.
He and his entourage were traveling
the broken-hearted land by bus.
They'd just played Portland.
I hadn't planned to go,
but at the last minute was offered VIP tickets
in a catered private box,
so my bff and I jumped at the chance.
It was pure, unadulterated magic.
Like a big healing band-aid applied
right to the heart.
That's what I'm talking about.
And I give myself a big dose
whenever I put on the headphones
and start up my ipod playlists.
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