A Very Long Drive

When I was little, my Dad used to pick me up every other weekend to go visit, and most of the time, he lived very far away. So, we had a lot of time in the car together. In fact, part of how I learned to read was looking at all the billboards along the highways in Chicago. I remember when I was about 6, the Police released "King of Pain," and I listened to the lyrics, thinking, "What is this song about? A little black spot on the sun today?"

Anyway, when I saw the Police live on Friday night, I was taken back to that time. I may have also been taken back to that time by the 2 and a half hour drive we had leading up to the concert -- a drive much like the long ones I used to take with my Dad. The concert was fantastic, except we missed Elvis Costello because it took so long to get there. But, at least we didn't miss any of the Police. I do think it was a once in a lifetime experience, so well worth the trip -- and I do think they could've rocked a little bit harder than they did. They took it easy on a few songs that really could've got some of the old folks at the concert on their feet (a sure sign you're getting old-- you go to a concert and everyone is sitting down and over 30.) I got on my feet.






And the best part of the concert was the family in front of us. Their little girl must've been about 7 months old, and she was rocking out... much more than some of the oldies around us. Chad and I spent much of the night oohing and aahing over her... so of course, I snapped a photo of the youngest concert goer there. Overall, three out of four stars. And really, I do think this is their last tour, because they still hate each other after all this time (or they still play like they do, but truly, I don't think there's any love lost). And, by the way, Sting is pretty sexy with his gray beard and chiseled abs!

Lost...

I don't want to be one of those people who blogs about the best TV show ever made and all of my theories and such, but I will say that I saw the Kate twist coming a mile away in last night's episode... I seriously saw it during the scene at the clothesline. It's easy for me to say that since I was watching it alone on the DVR at midnight when I should've been sleeping, but it is true. So, believe me or not, I don't care. I do have some theories and just a ton of questions about that damn show that irks and pleases me from one moment to the next. But I won't get into them now... I have more important things to blog about...

For instance, last night on Fox's poorly rated "Don't Forget the Lyrics," a blast from the past performed for charity. That's right, I'm talking about Boyz II Men. You remember them, they sang songs in the early 90s that served as prom themes and wedding first dance songs for many years to come. While watching the show last night, my friend--Mrs. Mac--and I, started singing lyrics to many of the old songs... like "Motown Philly" and began wondering exactly who the "East Coast Family" was. I did some research, and learned way more than I ever wanted to know about "ABC" and "BBD." I will tell you I won the first of two radio contests in my life off a Boyz II Men song. It was "The End of the Road" when I was probably 15. You had to be some number caller when that song came on, and you won $105. (The station was something about WGCI and you had to say something like "Triple Dot that I," whatever the hell that means). I'll tell you about the second radio contest win some other time.

I tried to win a radio contest today, but couldn't remember the F%^&ing phone number for the radio station. When you heard a Police song followed by an Elvis Costello song, you had to be the 9th caller to win tickets to the July 11th concert. I was on it, ready, dialed, and got the dreaded "disconnected" message. When I got to work, I looked up the correct phone number-- but the contest is now over. For future reference, the phone number to 94.7 is 503.733.5470. S*^T!