Having returned late on Friday night, we recovered Saturday and Sunday, and then Sunday night headed out to the Weird Al Yankovich concert…which was great.
I’m not a Hawaiian-shirt, tin-foil-hat-wearing SuperFan, but I have listened to him since Doctor Demento days and really appreciate his talent, which was on full display Sunday night. Great energy, the tightness of a band that’s been together since forever and enough mix of familiarity and creativity to keep in interesting. We were actually pretty close to his entry point – he starts the show with “Tacky” – beginning, as he does the video, outside the venue, and you watch him make his way around and about and in on the screen inside – we were only about three rows up from the door he came in, which was pretty exciting for the boys.
I actually left my phone at home – accidentally, but still. I was aggravated at first, but came to acceptance. It would have nice to have a pre-concert photo of the boys in front of the “Mandatory Fun” image on the screen, but oh well. We have it…in our minds.
I witnessed a really sweet moment during the concert – right in front of us sat/stood an about 11-year old boy in between his parents. Near the end, when Weird Al’s doing “The Saga Begins” and “Yoda” and the energy is really at its height, the boy just turned and grabbed his mom in a big hug, then wheeled around and did the same to his dad – he was just so happy to be there!
Reading: I’m currrently reading Richard Russo’s Everybody’s Fool. Oh, what a disappointment so far. I love so much of what Russo has written, and Nobody’s Fool is one of the great 20th century novels, I think. This…isn’t. I’m about a quarter through it and what strikes me the most is the amount of interior..what? Contemplation, perhaps. Plot doesn’t move as much as characters are depicted thinking about what happened in the past. It’s very odd and my interest is dropping by the page, but I’ll soldier through, since I paid for it, after all….
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As I posted earlier in the week, I now have four free books available for you – in pdf form, sure, but you know? You can read them. And they’re free. Go check out the post, and get revved up for Mary Magdalene on July 22 by reading all about her.
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In the week since our return, my younger son has spent his time in a day-long, yet very fun music camp every day, I’m trying to get some work done, and my older son is…relaxing. He does odd jobs, he figures out solutions to problems, and every day, we do my least favorite thing as a parent…least. Yup. We get on the road….but I’m in the passenger seat.
Oh, another moment from Sunday night. We were waiting in line to get in and the people behind us were talking all kinds of culture-of-the-moment topics – Ira Glass, who’d been in Birmingham the night before, various movies, television shows, when Hamilton came up – and one guy – the guy who’d been talking the most – said, “What’s that? Hamilton?” His friends attempted to fill him in. I could almost hear him shrug. “Nope, don’t know about it.” I was amazed, but also comforted as I saw in my memory, the constant Hamilton posts that stream across my various news feeds and the fact that I have never been able to get interested, poisoned, I suppose, by a (perhaps unfair) characterization of the show I read when it was still off-Broadway of “Well, it’s basically a really long hip-hop Schoolhouse Rock episode….”
Remember…I’m still on Instagram and Snapchat (amywelborn2). It’s not super interesting these days, but who knows what’s coming….
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