squeeze me, i'm dreaming!
So...last night, I got to see my favorite band EVER perform live. Finally!
Being a fervent Squeeze fan for almost 20 years (I had to chuckle last night when one of my new fan-friends remarked that I was still a bit young as fans go, exclaiming admiringly that "wow, you would have to have been sixteen when you got into them!"), when I saw the show listing, I knew that I was going. Yes, the tickets were expensive. Yeah, I'd have to go alone. Sure, all my friends could muster up to say when seeing their picture was "Uhh, they're old.".
Was it worth it? Uh, HELL YEAH. Times a million.
My high-school crush on Chris Difford still stands--that man was swivel-hipped and dancing through the entire show, and it was mesmerizing. Like he was having such a great time that he just couldn't stop. Getting to hear Glenn Tilbrook's high, pure voice in person was amazing. Even when he forgot the words in the middle of singing "Melody Motel" (twice!), he just threw his head back and laughed unabashedly, enjoying how much we were enjoying him.
I got to hear "Goodbye Girl" live! And "It's So Dirty"! And "Piccadilly"! And "Black Coffee in Bed"! And "Annie Get Your Gun"! And "Separate Beds"! (Squee-us interruptus: and lots of others. Yay yay yay.)
Just incredible. It was surreal and exciting and joyous getting to hear all of those old songs that I had listened to so many times during my formative teen years, back when I would play my Babylon and On cassette over and over again nonstop and had a dance that I would do every time "Hourglass" came back around (and you KNOW they played that one too, and brought the house DOWN). I felt blessed afterward, a mix of exhiliration and nostalgia and calm. Gooood show, people.
I love that the shirt that I got at the show last night cheekily says "Squeeze - I Never Thought It Would Happen" across the front, because seriously? After missing them in the 90's because the show got canceled, I never thought that seeing them live would happen. I told myself that having the music itself was enough.
I get lucky sometimes. Last night was one of those times, and even now all I can do is smile.
Being a fervent Squeeze fan for almost 20 years (I had to chuckle last night when one of my new fan-friends remarked that I was still a bit young as fans go, exclaiming admiringly that "wow, you would have to have been sixteen when you got into them!"), when I saw the show listing, I knew that I was going. Yes, the tickets were expensive. Yeah, I'd have to go alone. Sure, all my friends could muster up to say when seeing their picture was "Uhh, they're old.".
Was it worth it? Uh, HELL YEAH. Times a million.
My high-school crush on Chris Difford still stands--that man was swivel-hipped and dancing through the entire show, and it was mesmerizing. Like he was having such a great time that he just couldn't stop. Getting to hear Glenn Tilbrook's high, pure voice in person was amazing. Even when he forgot the words in the middle of singing "Melody Motel" (twice!), he just threw his head back and laughed unabashedly, enjoying how much we were enjoying him.
I got to hear "Goodbye Girl" live! And "It's So Dirty"! And "Piccadilly"! And "Black Coffee in Bed"! And "Annie Get Your Gun"! And "Separate Beds"! (Squee-us interruptus: and lots of others. Yay yay yay.)
Just incredible. It was surreal and exciting and joyous getting to hear all of those old songs that I had listened to so many times during my formative teen years, back when I would play my Babylon and On cassette over and over again nonstop and had a dance that I would do every time "Hourglass" came back around (and you KNOW they played that one too, and brought the house DOWN). I felt blessed afterward, a mix of exhiliration and nostalgia and calm. Gooood show, people.
I love that the shirt that I got at the show last night cheekily says "Squeeze - I Never Thought It Would Happen" across the front, because seriously? After missing them in the 90's because the show got canceled, I never thought that seeing them live would happen. I told myself that having the music itself was enough.
I get lucky sometimes. Last night was one of those times, and even now all I can do is smile.