Friday, March 16, 2007
Human Touch
Well, it is obvious that the last couple of weeks have been hectic - not much time for blogging. Too many projects and deadlines to spend much time being creative in this venue. But last Friday night was a welcomed break from the pace.
I had been looking forward to it for a couple of weeks. The radio advertising had worked. A girl listening to classic rock - an advertisement for a Rick Springfield concert - a trip down memory lane. . . . .
In our early years of dating, Rick Springfield always came to Sooner Town during my birthday month. My then 5'9" and oh-so-fine boyfriend (my now 5'9" and oh so fine husband) would take me to the concert and dinner as my birthday gift.
Upon hearing the announcement on the radio, I began pondering ways I could make attending the concert a reality in my life. I needed a partner in crime to completely convince my husband that it was worth the trip to Sooner Town during the middle of a hectic schedule. I had the perfect partner in mind - she was my kinda' girl - a former "Jesse's Girl"!
I phoned my sister-in-law, Wog. Have you heard? Do you think? She was in on the scheme.
A few phone calls later, we have tickets reserved and are both singing Rick's songs and dancing down memory lane (sigh).
The big night comes. We all arrive (sans kids) to the casino and the 1500 seat theater where the concert is happening. The casino is new and pretty - so new it has not yet obtained it's alcohol and liquor license. Bummer because I was looking forward to an Amaretto Sour.
We take our seats. Our row is filled with conversations of how young we all are and stories of trying to share our excitement of attending this concert with people who are way younger than us and have the audacity to say "Who?". Some of these younger people did not even know "Jesse's Girl"!!!
The concert soon begins. The music is good and Rick looks great! While singing "Don't Talk to Strangers" he pulls a little girl (probably 4 or 5) on to the stage. She is holding a "Rick taught me - Don't Talk to Strangers" sign and wearing a "Rick Rocks" t-shirt. Her mom was obviously a "Jesse's Girl" too!
And then it happens. Rick puts on a cordless mic and begins working his way through the crowd while singing "Human Touch". We are seated in the second section. I am convinced he will never come back that far. But he continues to work his way toward us.
I turn to Wog and ask her to warn her husband that he best move out of our way quickly if Rick comes to our section. And he continues to work his way toward us.
I turn to say, "Let's go!" but Wog has already grabbed me and we are up on the chairs, running across them in our high heeled boots. Somehow, amazingly, we make it to him as he perches himself on the wall separating the two sections. He touches Wog's hand, along with just a few others! We are in the midst of the crowd surrounding him and I dare not look at the big screens for fear that we are on them - not usually a pretty site.
Wog trades me spots. Rick smiles at me - well, maybe it was at all of us - and gives us a questioning look. He then turns. . .falls back on us. . . and my hand touches his shoulder!! GASP! I have never been that close to the main attraction of a concert. . .and he looked good.
He works his way back to the stage and finishes the concert. Wog and I are back in our seats, next to the real men in our lives. . .and they look good.
After the concert we are laughing as we leave. I am not sure our guys would have ever thought they would see their 40ish wives dashing across chairs to touch Rick Springfield.
I guess we still are "Jesse's Girls" afterall.
simple faith
Well, it is obvious that the last couple of weeks have been hectic - not much time for blogging. Too many projects and deadlines to spend much time being creative in this venue. But last Friday night was a welcomed break from the pace.
I had been looking forward to it for a couple of weeks. The radio advertising had worked. A girl listening to classic rock - an advertisement for a Rick Springfield concert - a trip down memory lane. . . . .
In our early years of dating, Rick Springfield always came to Sooner Town during my birthday month. My then 5'9" and oh-so-fine boyfriend (my now 5'9" and oh so fine husband) would take me to the concert and dinner as my birthday gift.
Upon hearing the announcement on the radio, I began pondering ways I could make attending the concert a reality in my life. I needed a partner in crime to completely convince my husband that it was worth the trip to Sooner Town during the middle of a hectic schedule. I had the perfect partner in mind - she was my kinda' girl - a former "Jesse's Girl"!
I phoned my sister-in-law, Wog. Have you heard? Do you think? She was in on the scheme.
A few phone calls later, we have tickets reserved and are both singing Rick's songs and dancing down memory lane (sigh).
The big night comes. We all arrive (sans kids) to the casino and the 1500 seat theater where the concert is happening. The casino is new and pretty - so new it has not yet obtained it's alcohol and liquor license. Bummer because I was looking forward to an Amaretto Sour.
We take our seats. Our row is filled with conversations of how young we all are and stories of trying to share our excitement of attending this concert with people who are way younger than us and have the audacity to say "Who?". Some of these younger people did not even know "Jesse's Girl"!!!
The concert soon begins. The music is good and Rick looks great! While singing "Don't Talk to Strangers" he pulls a little girl (probably 4 or 5) on to the stage. She is holding a "Rick taught me - Don't Talk to Strangers" sign and wearing a "Rick Rocks" t-shirt. Her mom was obviously a "Jesse's Girl" too!
And then it happens. Rick puts on a cordless mic and begins working his way through the crowd while singing "Human Touch". We are seated in the second section. I am convinced he will never come back that far. But he continues to work his way toward us.
I turn to Wog and ask her to warn her husband that he best move out of our way quickly if Rick comes to our section. And he continues to work his way toward us.
I turn to say, "Let's go!" but Wog has already grabbed me and we are up on the chairs, running across them in our high heeled boots. Somehow, amazingly, we make it to him as he perches himself on the wall separating the two sections. He touches Wog's hand, along with just a few others! We are in the midst of the crowd surrounding him and I dare not look at the big screens for fear that we are on them - not usually a pretty site.
Wog trades me spots. Rick smiles at me - well, maybe it was at all of us - and gives us a questioning look. He then turns. . .falls back on us. . . and my hand touches his shoulder!! GASP! I have never been that close to the main attraction of a concert. . .and he looked good.
He works his way back to the stage and finishes the concert. Wog and I are back in our seats, next to the real men in our lives. . .and they look good.
After the concert we are laughing as we leave. I am not sure our guys would have ever thought they would see their 40ish wives dashing across chairs to touch Rick Springfield.
I guess we still are "Jesse's Girls" afterall.
simple faith
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# posted by simple faith : 10:31 AM
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OMG! I'm a "Jessie's Girl" too!
I saw him in concert back in the day with Larry. Wasn't he was such a good sport to take me? I might have talked him into this trip if I had only known about it :(
I may never have the chance to touch Rick Springfield but I did shake hands with George Strait back in the 80's.
Remember when we all took Joy to George Michael? Ok, I actually just tagged along but it sure was fun!
I saw him in concert back in the day with Larry. Wasn't he was such a good sport to take me? I might have talked him into this trip if I had only known about it :(
I may never have the chance to touch Rick Springfield but I did shake hands with George Strait back in the 80's.
Remember when we all took Joy to George Michael? Ok, I actually just tagged along but it sure was fun!
# posted by 
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: 2:21 PM
I guess I'll have to queue up Rick Springfield's playlist on the way into work today...
Back in the day ('82) when your hubby and I went to visit my bro in Texas, we played Rush and Rick Springfield all the way down.
One of the cooler things about waiting tables at the restaurant I worked at in "Sooner Town" was meeting a lot of the concert acts that would come to town and eat a post concert dinner in our "back room."
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Back in the day ('82) when your hubby and I went to visit my bro in Texas, we played Rush and Rick Springfield all the way down.
One of the cooler things about waiting tables at the restaurant I worked at in "Sooner Town" was meeting a lot of the concert acts that would come to town and eat a post concert dinner in our "back room."
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