With recent events sending me into a tailspin, I needed a distraction. Coincidentally, I got one. After 53 years, I finally got to see one of my favorite rock bands, Genesis. I took only two videos, and they’ll leave you wanting more. Sorry, but I went there to listen and watch, not to videotape.
As I’ve told you, while Genesis isn’t my favorite band of all time, their album, Duke, is my favorite album. The concert began with some of that album as follows . . . .
I took this video because I liked that they were displaying the spines of cassette tapes for all of their albums.
One of the songs didn’t serve as a distraction, but rather a reminder, but that’s not a bad thing. I don’t think I want to see some more concerts, but unfortunately none of the bands I’d want to see are currently on tour.
Today is the song attached to the most painful memory I have of her before last week. The first time I heard this song was on my car ride back from Phoenix to Tucson to catch my flight home. It was on this trip home that I realized I had lost her forever — all my own doing — and this was the first song I heard on that trip, and the only one that I had never heard before. Today was her memorial service, which solidifies the fact that I’ve lost her forever.
I know, I know. This is 80s, not 90s. Well, speak for yourselves. I can’t count how many times we went to Polly Esther’s in Chicago. I could have chosen any number of 80s songs, but this was our last dance there (though most certainly not our last dance).
She coopted it from my high school years, which is great, because she was one of many who helped make law school the best years of my life.