heroes and leftover 7-grain pancakes
While reading a book before turning my voracious 12-year-old onto a new author, I found a place where my favorite author quoted my favorite movie character. Gotta love it, but more about that later.
I saw some more of my heroes tonight, and I learned a lot. Last time I saw them was 27 years ago, at Red Rocks. They had us dancing like mad on the stone steps that pass for seats there, I never forgot that show. While my dancing may be a bit tamer now, watching them play was gorgeous. When I dance, it is in response to something external. Watching them dance while playing their music, I see that what moves them is internal, and irrepressible. It is what, in the end, causes them to become performers I think. They cannot contain what is in them, and they are moved to share it with us.
One of my favorite songs from them is "Boy". I wanted to be one of the boys that she wanted, the boys she silently watched from the shadows. Looking at the lyrics a jaded couple of decades later, many other things come to mind, but I always just wanted to be the object of her desire.
I went a bit crazy, and purchased access to the meet-n-greet. While circumstance cut my time with the band members short, I learned a lot from them. One member clearly remembered the show I saw, it was as memorable for him as it was for me. Another let me tell stories of various shows and adventures I have had, and all were gracious and so very human.
What I learned was why I pick the heroes I do. They are able to show me so much more about being human than the bits I live. I am connected to reality in a way that most people aren't - through that connection, I just make things work when other people give up. But after all the 'superman' toys, accolades, and backslapping, what I wish I could do is to make someone feel what I feel. I don't need to fly around the planet fighting crime. I just want to move someone, to connect to that spot in them where they are most human and give it a jolt. I've spent decades holding up the world for a few others to be able to move about with ease, and I don't think I'd shrug, not even sure I'd have such a choice. I'd be tempted to, to be able to have the experience of connecting to someone that was moved by what is inside me.
But I was born to listen, while I long to be where my heroes are. My toys given up long ago for my music, and in the night it is indeed alright.
The pancakes were good, too.
I saw some more of my heroes tonight, and I learned a lot. Last time I saw them was 27 years ago, at Red Rocks. They had us dancing like mad on the stone steps that pass for seats there, I never forgot that show. While my dancing may be a bit tamer now, watching them play was gorgeous. When I dance, it is in response to something external. Watching them dance while playing their music, I see that what moves them is internal, and irrepressible. It is what, in the end, causes them to become performers I think. They cannot contain what is in them, and they are moved to share it with us.
One of my favorite songs from them is "Boy". I wanted to be one of the boys that she wanted, the boys she silently watched from the shadows. Looking at the lyrics a jaded couple of decades later, many other things come to mind, but I always just wanted to be the object of her desire.
I went a bit crazy, and purchased access to the meet-n-greet. While circumstance cut my time with the band members short, I learned a lot from them. One member clearly remembered the show I saw, it was as memorable for him as it was for me. Another let me tell stories of various shows and adventures I have had, and all were gracious and so very human.
What I learned was why I pick the heroes I do. They are able to show me so much more about being human than the bits I live. I am connected to reality in a way that most people aren't - through that connection, I just make things work when other people give up. But after all the 'superman' toys, accolades, and backslapping, what I wish I could do is to make someone feel what I feel. I don't need to fly around the planet fighting crime. I just want to move someone, to connect to that spot in them where they are most human and give it a jolt. I've spent decades holding up the world for a few others to be able to move about with ease, and I don't think I'd shrug, not even sure I'd have such a choice. I'd be tempted to, to be able to have the experience of connecting to someone that was moved by what is inside me.
But I was born to listen, while I long to be where my heroes are. My toys given up long ago for my music, and in the night it is indeed alright.
The pancakes were good, too.