I paid about seven dollars to
see the Rolling Stones in 1969, and that was for pretty good seats. We were
only about sixty feet from the stage. I've also attended Led Zepplin, Jefferson
Airplane, and Who concerts, and I always have had pretty good seats. We had
some fun back then. I can still remember the aroma of patchouli oil wafting
through the air, along with the inevitable marijuana. We even had our own
version of "Woo-woo" girls. Hippie chicks lofted up on their
boyfriend's shoulders.
Last evening we went to see
Don Henley of Eagles fame at the Ravinia Festival. The Eagles is one group that
I never did see live and this was as close as I will ever get to seeing them,
seeing as Glenn Frey is dead. I have to give thanks to my long time friend,
Dennis. He arranged this outing and it cost me much less than seven dollars. He
got us in there for free! Cheaper than The Rolling Stones in 1969. One thing
that shocked me was the age of the audience. It was full of old people. I mean,
when did old people get interested in rock concerts? Instead of the heady
bouquet of hippies and pot, the place smelled of Gold Bond Powder and Ben-Gay. There
were old folks with walkers and canes everywhere. It was so sad when I realized
that these were the same people that I went to concerts with years ago. Yes,
I'm getting pretty damn old, but do you know what is even sadder? Old woo-woo
girls. No matter how much they shook their titties, or jumped up out of their
seats to dance, Don Henley didn't care. He's old too and those woo-woo girl
titties are very nearly hitting the floor when they dance.
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