i think i love you
sighswoon.... got back a bit ago from seeing David Cassidy in concert at Musikfest in Bethlehem, Pa. giggly giddy still... :))))))
It was SO much more fun than i'd imagined. grinning. It was the best kind of reunion. Pulling into the parking garage at the Zoellner Arts Center, (we were way early) we opened the windows and cranked up the Partridge Family's Greatest Hits, and then a carload of five women of a particular demographic such as mine, pulled in, ALL GRINS... cranking "I Think I Love You" on a far superior audio system. I turned ours down, and just beamed back their smile energy... shotgun girl was in a total groove, and one of her friends that left the car asked me if they were being annoying. I said "Uh, Duh?.. we were doing the same, 'cept yours sounds better." SO we all sat and stood there listening and vibing and singing along and grinning. It was a giggle fest that I can't do justice to with my words. Old passions stirred and remixed. Estrogen grin fest. (and this was BEFORE the concert)
It was a totally cool venue and we were in Row L, which wasn't bad at all. Small venue. L was a popular row, as after we sat, everyone with middle seats came after us and we stood and grinned and let them pass. I've never been party to such a grinning mass of reciprocated grins. About ten minutes before show time, the sweetest grin/smile entered Row L and sat in the empty seat next to me. Her name was Ellen. She just moved to central Jersey and drove down here by herself to see David. She was so soft spoken and sweet and we instantly hit it off and chatted about our common precious passion and how many times we have seen him, (me=this is the first time since i was 8 or so) (she=follows him as everywhere as she can) She used to live in NYC and saw him in his reincarnation in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. She has seen him in Atlantic City and ports too many to mention. She was to meet up with four fellow Cassidy friends from Britain, that flew here yesterday of all days just to see The David. They will be traversing the road to DC to see him again tomorrow before returning home on Sunday. (one sans luggage) Not being familiar with the area or venue, Ellen parked about a mile away into the heart of Musikfest and relied on the gods of police to direct her to the manger of David. Paid ten bucks for parking, and then hoofed it. (parking next door to venue was a buck)
O, I SO digress, but I want to remember this. (forgive me or scroll on along)
I was blown away by the entire scenario. It was nothing short of a time warp. A bubble of good. A bubble of grinning estrogen. Some estrogen with acquiescing testosterone, some with mates that were just as into it as the estrogen factor. (e would fall into the latter segment) as some of these songs are the soundtrack to the early Us-ness.
David was AMAZING.
His voice has grown richer and has so much more depth and range than partridge bubblegum.
His stage presence and energy was contagious. Non-Vegas... very bluesy.. he even covered Ain't No Sunshine with sex & passion& vocal infused authority. His self deprecating humor and ease of engagement with the crowd just swooned everyone. Such an entertainer, but not in the cheesy sense that I had prepared myself for. He has energy and clever wit that I only hope I have at 58.
I was open for disappointment, as I was revisiting the biggest magic factor of my youth.
I screamed all of the screams that I didn't scream when I saw him when I was 8. I screamed all of the screams that I felt when I am 43.
I've never been a "clapping with" at concerts. I couldn't help myself tonight.
In my right peripheral vision, I saw Ellen's lips forming and singing all of the words that I've held somehwere in my heart and mind all these years. My lips and heart and voice were moving in unison.
In my left peripheral vision, with hands held, sometimes between clapping, I saw E mouthing and singing our precious anthems. Soundtrack of our early time together, apart.
It was nothing short of magical.
We took Ellen back to her car, as she had walked a mile for a David. I found a new friend. I swooned in collective bliss with my best friend/forever passion to the soundtrack of my earliest recollections of passion.
full circle tonight almost full
moon.
blessed bliss night.
It was SO much more fun than i'd imagined. grinning. It was the best kind of reunion. Pulling into the parking garage at the Zoellner Arts Center, (we were way early) we opened the windows and cranked up the Partridge Family's Greatest Hits, and then a carload of five women of a particular demographic such as mine, pulled in, ALL GRINS... cranking "I Think I Love You" on a far superior audio system. I turned ours down, and just beamed back their smile energy... shotgun girl was in a total groove, and one of her friends that left the car asked me if they were being annoying. I said "Uh, Duh?.. we were doing the same, 'cept yours sounds better." SO we all sat and stood there listening and vibing and singing along and grinning. It was a giggle fest that I can't do justice to with my words. Old passions stirred and remixed. Estrogen grin fest. (and this was BEFORE the concert)
It was a totally cool venue and we were in Row L, which wasn't bad at all. Small venue. L was a popular row, as after we sat, everyone with middle seats came after us and we stood and grinned and let them pass. I've never been party to such a grinning mass of reciprocated grins. About ten minutes before show time, the sweetest grin/smile entered Row L and sat in the empty seat next to me. Her name was Ellen. She just moved to central Jersey and drove down here by herself to see David. She was so soft spoken and sweet and we instantly hit it off and chatted about our common precious passion and how many times we have seen him, (me=this is the first time since i was 8 or so) (she=follows him as everywhere as she can) She used to live in NYC and saw him in his reincarnation in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. She has seen him in Atlantic City and ports too many to mention. She was to meet up with four fellow Cassidy friends from Britain, that flew here yesterday of all days just to see The David. They will be traversing the road to DC to see him again tomorrow before returning home on Sunday. (one sans luggage) Not being familiar with the area or venue, Ellen parked about a mile away into the heart of Musikfest and relied on the gods of police to direct her to the manger of David. Paid ten bucks for parking, and then hoofed it. (parking next door to venue was a buck)
O, I SO digress, but I want to remember this. (forgive me or scroll on along)
I was blown away by the entire scenario. It was nothing short of a time warp. A bubble of good. A bubble of grinning estrogen. Some estrogen with acquiescing testosterone, some with mates that were just as into it as the estrogen factor. (e would fall into the latter segment) as some of these songs are the soundtrack to the early Us-ness.
David was AMAZING.
His voice has grown richer and has so much more depth and range than partridge bubblegum.
His stage presence and energy was contagious. Non-Vegas... very bluesy.. he even covered Ain't No Sunshine with sex & passion& vocal infused authority. His self deprecating humor and ease of engagement with the crowd just swooned everyone. Such an entertainer, but not in the cheesy sense that I had prepared myself for. He has energy and clever wit that I only hope I have at 58.
I was open for disappointment, as I was revisiting the biggest magic factor of my youth.
I screamed all of the screams that I didn't scream when I saw him when I was 8. I screamed all of the screams that I felt when I am 43.
I've never been a "clapping with" at concerts. I couldn't help myself tonight.
In my right peripheral vision, I saw Ellen's lips forming and singing all of the words that I've held somehwere in my heart and mind all these years. My lips and heart and voice were moving in unison.
In my left peripheral vision, with hands held, sometimes between clapping, I saw E mouthing and singing our precious anthems. Soundtrack of our early time together, apart.
It was nothing short of magical.
We took Ellen back to her car, as she had walked a mile for a David. I found a new friend. I swooned in collective bliss with my best friend/forever passion to the soundtrack of my earliest recollections of passion.
full circle tonight almost full
moon.
blessed bliss night.