Joy here –
A couple of weekends ago our neighbors and good friends of 25 years
came up to our neck of the woods for a rock concert. Our friends had
purchased the tickets months ago to see the great Santana with an
opening act by The Doobie Brothers. (If, by some chance you are a
millennial who has found his or her way onto our Revisionist Retirement
site, don’t worry, way, way before your time!)
Having not been to a concert for a few years, I forgot how much fun
they can be. You instantly regress to your early 20’s with a little
swaying of your hips and a couple of glasses of wine.
On a summer evening in Saratoga Springs, a venue I had never been to before, our
little group and another 25,000 people, mostly looking to be in their
50’s, 60,s, and beyond, got lost in the hypnotic Latin rhythms of the
one and only Carlos Santana. We knew all the words to the songs of
the 70’s, whether in Espanol or English. It brought us back to a more
innocent time in our lives, uncomplicated, exploratory, one in which
we had our whole lives before us. For 2 solid hours Santana played the
music of our youth, and with a nod to the 50th anniversary of Woodstock
(having taken place the weekend before), strangers danced on the grassy
knoll barefoot and lost in time.
Music has a way of transporting us to a time and place that feels
familiar. It brings back memories of another era. Inhibitions melt
away as many of us got up to shake our hips and bop our heads in a way
that feels oh so familiar, but not moves our bodies make on a routine
With Elton John performing his farewell tour this year, the Stones
doing their 5th (I’ve lost track!) final tour, plus Barbara Streisand and
Queen, the price of a ticket is a magic carpet ride that will leave
you smiling all night and, maybe it will help you to remember the
person you once were (and can still be) when no one’s looking!
So, for all of us of a certain age, don’t be afraid to admit your love
for Barry Manilow or heaven forbid The Bee Gees (just watched a
special on PBS last week of a concert from 1997!) It was a great time
to be young and I wouldn’t have wanted to come of age in any other
– Go buy a ticket to a rock concert. Take off your shoes and dance, dance, dance.
Nostalgia is good, unless you get stuck in time.
-Allow yourself a ride back there whenever you feel like it, but always live in the
present, not the past.
As always, enjoy the ride
xox Barclay and Joy