(can you say P.S. before writing something? Well - P.S. - read this now, cuz I'm not sure if I'll keep this blog up here.)
There is just nothing like leaving your children in the hands of professionals to be able to go out and see what the hell actually goes on in the real world. Being amongst thousands of drunk and stoned people in the dark dancing to reggae music is definitely fun, and thanks to those pros I left my kids with, I was able to have some time off.
When I'm at home doing the mommy thing, I rarely think about what I could be missing out on, or what's going on, cuz I don't really care, but I have to admit, I was glad to get out.
Since Alex is a bit clostrophobic, we left our fancy seats at the Hollywood Bowl to wander around while UB40 played. We walked up and down the escalators, and kept going up to the top where all the fun was. There is definitely a different kind of energy when you can see thousands of people in front of you dancing, screaming, and watching a concert. We walked in and out of huge cholo Dodger fans who also loved the song "Red Red Wine" apparently. It was hard getting past the frenzy of people who were dancing the lambada in the isles while we just tried to get a better view from the other side of the hill. Man, it was so fun.
The music was even better than all the crowd excitement. And while I was there, watching, listening, or shoving myself through all the madness, I began to wonder if you can watch concerts from heaven.
When BJ died, they asked me to play the music for his funeral, and I did, and I was also asked to play "Red Red Wine" at the end of the mass. I ran it by the priest, and he kind of oked it as long as it wasn't too loud, and left it for the end, and we did play it. I don't think that many people heard me and Kim sing it, but it was good, and it is a good song, and I'm glad BJ liked it, cuz I do too. It was impossible to be there, listen to that song sound better than I've ever heard, and better than it ever sounded in a cassette tape player, on the radio, or wherever and not think of BJ. How could I not?
So, do you think you can watch concerts from heaven? Well, if you can watch concerts, than you can probably smoke too, and if you can smoke you can probably have a drink as well. If that ends up being true (probably not) then I'm sure he BJ was there, with a Kool in one hand, a beer in the other, and dancing with the cholos.
Well, whatever - Anyhow....I'm just glad I was there, with my man, a Pepsi, my homies, and the thousands of drunkards.
