Last week I went to see Fleetwood Mac in concert.
I like their music, or at least some of it, so it was worthwhile to go…
Having gone, I have come to a conclusion. Become a rock star, and you can act like the biggest geek in the world onstage, and people will cheer for you.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I think the members of Fleetwood Mac are enormous nerds. (Unless you consider outstanding musical talent and skill, as well as songwriting prowess and successful careers that span multiple decades to be nerdly pursuits…) But…well…
Ok, so Lindsey Buckingham is a highly revered guitarist, and deservedly so. Anyone so accomplished is awe inspiring to watch. But he is even more entertaining, because he enjoys it SO MUCH. He dances around, he stomps across the stage, he… the display of antics after his incredible guitar solos is nearly as fun as the music he’s just made. Nearly. Makes for a great show.
And Mick Fleetwood? There’s a man having a good time with his drum set. He was the first face we saw onstage… the wild-eyed, crazed, energetic musician. This guy is no spring chicken, but he has more energy than I do. His nifty drum vest at the end of the show was just…fun. I gotta get me one o’ them vests. I want to plllllaaaaaay with one of those, slappin’ my chest (ok, that might be a little painful) and sides…
Stevie Nicks…she wasn’t bouncy or goofy or anything. She was, as she has apparently always been, dramatic and ethereal and mysterious and stuff, wafting about on stage in her swooshy shawls and things…
(I’d love to get my hands on clothes like hers. Why do you think I’m a belly dancer? I like to play dress-up.)
Still, think about it. If *I* were to behave like any of these people, at worst I’d get locked up, at best people would point and stare and laugh.
The only one who was behaving in a fairly sedate manner was John McVie. But that’s just because he must be the ‘cool’ one. Or something.
Anyway, my point is…it must be nice to be so famous that you can goof around at whim in front of thousands of people, and have them think you’re really cool doing it. I’d love to caper around wildly and have it be met with approval rather than confused expressions.
But YOU try doing that in a public place, not being a rock star, and see where it gets you, my friend.
Your score is
30/50
what does that mean?
Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who’s constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who’ll always cheer them up and help them out.
Very interesting.
I don’t know what day it is, I seem to have lost my sense of time. I knew last week…
I’m pretty certain it’s Tuesday. I suppose I measure my life by the days of the week rather than by calendar date. Tuesday is the day I dance, the day of reprieve. The day I am myself more than all the rest of the week.
I frequently wonder how it is I got here.
Where is here? Physically, I am in a rented cabit near a lake with my family. It’s nice enough. The lake is near enough to be a comfortable walk. The weather is fine, the interior of the cabin cool enough throughout the day.
The cabin itself is comfortable. The main part of it is the living/dining area, a couch at one end, a table at the other, both under windows. On what I guess is the north wall is a fireplace insert. I know we won’t be using that; too bloody hot. I’m sure it’s very cozy in the winter, if there’s anyone here to enjoy it.
… Just interrupted by the podling and her lizard. She has been chasing lizards since we got here yesterday and finally has caught one. She’s very scientific about it, flushing them out with water and all…
The upstairs of the cabin, reached by an extremely narrow and steep set of steps, is one room beneath the peak of the roof. There is a twin bed in each corner of the room where the ceiling slopes down such that every time I awake in the night, parched with thirst, and sit up for a drink I smack my head soundly.
I wish I were more personable. I feel, though, as if all ability to muster pleasantries and kindness has bled from me with this river or lethargy that engulfs me.
I am tired constantly. I slept at least eight hours Sunday night, then four more in the afternoon Monday, was in bed last night by ten, and though I did sleep fitfully, I’m sure I had a good eight, not rising until after 10 a.m.
And now I find I could sleep again.
But I won’t. Maybe if I force myself to stay awake, I’ll be so tired at night I’ll just pass out.
One can only hope.
I’m SO tired…
The one good thing about this trip (not that anything is inherently BAD, more that I’m in a place I don’t enjoy with people who think I’m an alien) is that I’ve brought plenty to read.
I’ve been reading through the short stories of Hemingway (and delighting in every word. I’d forgotten how much I loved reading his books. I’ve forgotten many things. I suppose I should be pleased my soul has been awakened again, even if it IS late enough in my life such that the fire of it frustrates me rather than spurs me to greatness as it might in one younger than I.)
I have a DeLint horror that I’ve not yet read, a Stephen R. Donaldson that has long been recommended and never read. I have Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” and “The Art of Fiction” according to her. Haven’t begun the former yet, and am finding the latter interesting and informative, if a bit depressing. I will never be a true writer, a good writer, (at least according to her standards) but I suppose that’s alright. I can, however, learn to more fully appreciate the craft that is writing, and those who do it.
I have “on The Road” by Kerouac. I’ve never much had interest in reading him, but the name, and his supposed likeness, have come up rather frequently of late, and this has left me with a mild curiosity. It may be a while before I get into that one. I’m not connecting with it…I must not be ‘Beat’ enough or something.
I’ve also been slowly piecing through “Who’s Looking Out For You” by Bill O’Reilly (it’s interesting) and “Women Who Run with the Wolves” by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D. (also interesting in a new-agey, primal, I-am-woman-let-me-strip-naked-and-run-through-the-moonlight-without-fear-of-repercussions-or-stigma sort of way.)
To top this, I’ve found “The Silver Chalice” by Thomas Costain here in the cabin. I’ve spent as much time as I can stand all at once in reading it since I’ll have to leave it here. It’s entertaining, if leaving me feel as though I’ve been preached at.
Strangely, I’ve returned to my childhood way of reading several books of different sorts concurrently. I haven’t done this in many years. But maybe it has to do with the awakening of other parts of me, the me that was, the me that I’ve stifled all these years.
All I know is my mind is on fire, and I once again yearn toward knowledge just out of reach.
Before, I experienced the fear of failure. Now my fear is that I’m too old for it to matter. Of course, underlying it all, then or now, is my utter lack of confidence in myslef and my abilities, and once again I am surrounded by those who cannot manage unconditional encouragement as I need it.
Maybe, just maybe, I should get a clue and start providing it for myself. Novel concept. Easier said than done.
So here I sit, the rest of the family below playing cards, and I dread joining them.
I’m just so very tired. And always, always, surrounded by people.
Honestly.
Conservatives, liberals, pro-war, anti-war. They all do it!
I’m so sick of it. Disgusted. Why don’t we just work from the truth? So much can be avoided, and so much can be accomplished, with truth.
Christian
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