Last Saturday was going to be the perfect Saturday. I had already received confirmation from Lauren that I would under no circumstances be required to Go To Lincoln. My basic plan was to sleep and read, watch the Cardinals beat the (#@%$) Mets, fix Lauren’s website and create this one. Those last two items were on my list so that I would have a reasonable excuse for avoiding any actual work. With luck I would never have to leave the house for more than 30 minutes at a time.
Instead, late in the morning, after sleeping and well into reading, Lauren’s friend Kate called and said that her Fiancé (it’s French, so you don’t pronounce it that way) John had tickets to see The Legendary Bo Diddley and wanted to know if we wanted to go along. I can’t say that I’m a Bo Diddley fan, but I felt like I knew him fairly well from the 80’s Nike commercial where he told Bo Jackson that he (Jackson) didn’t know Diddley.
Well, needless to say, one simply doesn’t pass up a chance to see Bo Diddley and Friends and so, with a quick trip to wikipedia to find out more about Bo and a quick trip to iTunes to download a greatest hits album and burn it to CD, we were ready to roll. If this were a more well thought out narrative we would head to the concert forth with. As it turns out there actually was quite a bit more laying about to do and even some website work.
But eventually we hit the road with Kate, John and Annette. We rolled into Lincoln with enough time to get a bite to eat and head over to the Lied Center. This is probably a good time to point out that the Lied Center’s target audience does not completely overlap Bo Diddley’s target audience. It was a good turnout, but people looked a little uptight –except for the few who were obviously Not Uptight.
One of Bo Diddley’s friends was a singer by the name of Ruthie Foster. She played the guitar real good and sang well too. She might have been the best part of the concert (don’t tell Bo). Bo’s other friend was Alvin “Youngblood†Hart. Doesn’t that sound like the name of a guy you should probably know? I thought I should know him, but no such luck. I found his music unremarkable, but after you’ve seen a few concerts you know you’re not suppose to enjoy the opening act.
Bo Diddley was 78 years old (he told us) and could still sing and play so that part was good. Unfortunately he tended to go on and on both musically and ramblingly in the way that I intend to do when I’m 78 years old (but only the ramblingly part). His next to last song was a rap song that left Lauren a little uncomfortable and probably would have required liberal doses of Viagra.
Afterwards we retired to the Star Light Lounge for cocktails. A good time was had by all –except Bo, he had to hop a bus for Springfield Missouri for a concert on Sunday.
This is more of a poll than a comment: In the future, should I split-up long posts like this one between the main page and the page for the post and the comments? Or should I just put the whole long thing on the main page?
Are you talking about how you had to click the “read more” button to read the whole post? I would have preferred to see the whole thing without having to click something. Or are you talking about having to click something in order to read the comments? THAT I don’t mind as much.
Yeah, the read more button. I just wanted to try it, is that so very wrong? Now I’m tempted to get rid of it, but that will make these comments seem out of place. Sort of makes you wonder how I ever make decisions at all.
I don’t think your ability to make decisions has anything to do with the “read more button.” I’m just delighted that your rambling on and on and on and on, included my name once in the same paragraph as Bo’s, and not anything to do with sex among the ederly!
I was ok with the whole long thing being on the main page…
Perhaps next time do it the other way so we have a comparison, eh?
‘Next time’ we go see an oversexed aging rocker who rambles about sex with old women?
Eeeewwww.
By the way…I went to your #@%$ link. Nice.