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In 1970 I saw Led Zeppelin there. They were great but the sound was somewhat “remote” (I did not have a great seat). In 1975 I saw “The Stones” there. They sounded good in the same arena. Then I realized they had the best sound equipment and the best sound people running them. So it is not always the size of the arena that determines how good the sound is going to be. It is more than that.

I never forgot seeing Neil Young with Crazy Horse at the Philmore East In the East Village.(maybe 1969) They had just come out with their first album. When he did his Buffalo Springfield song” I Am A Child” all alone on stage I felt he was pouring out his very soul. For two encores they did “Cinnamon Girl’ a second and third time during the concert. I have loved Neil Young since then. We got old together. Later on when he released “Old Man” (on his “Harvest” album) I thought he was talking about me for I was twenty-four then and my relationship with my Dad was very ragged then. The line in the song was ‘twenty-four and so much more’ and went on from there.

I wanted to see Linda Ronstadt badly. I talked my girl friend into coming with me all the way to Long Island Forum to see Linda Ronstadt in concert. I did not have yet have a driving license much less a car. She did but refused to drive there.

We took three trains to get there: The Lackawanna, Path And Long Island Railroad. What I did not tell her and conveniently omitted was we would miss our last connection back. This was probably in the early eighties.

We made it to the concert finally. Andrew Gold opened for her. He was Linda Ronstadt musical director. The guitar solos in “When Will I be Loved” and “You Are No Good” are his and he duplicated them perfectly during her concert. He was part of her band.

Linda Ronstadt was great. Now we had to take the trains back. We made it as far as Lackawanna Station in Hoboken.  We were stuck there until the morning train left.

All I remember about that night.  It was bitterly cold and the warmest place was the women’s bathroom and I kept getting kicked out of there.  Finally we made it back home and I called off and went to sleep.

 

First Day Of Spring

Author: siggy

It was the first day of spring. I am waiting for the snow to melt from our late snowfall. I never started my spring countdown. We had that unusually warm February and then it got cold again. I could not wait for spring to come. I am going to check on our daffodils on the side of the house. They are one sturdy plant. Somehow a miniature daffodil bloomed over a week ago. Now it is covered with snow.

My First Concert

Author: siggy

My first concert was at Carnegie Hall in 1965. I was a sophomore in high school. I saw Peter, Paul & Mary. It was “magical”. Even today when I listen to their first album (Peter, Paul & Mary)(1962) I can’t help but to sing along. To be, it is a spiritual experience listening and singing along to that album. I sent a ninety minute cassette of them I compiled from my record collection to L. when I was courting her. She finally listened to after I bugged her and fell in love with them again. I saw them later twice but nothing compared to my first concert. It was my first concert and at was at the famous concert hall Carnegie Hall.

It is only three days from spring. This week we got a late winter storm. I am curious how long it would take for all the snow to melt. There is still quite a bit still on the ground and the next week it will be warmer but not too much warmer. Will all the snow be gone in another week. We will see.

Six days ago after I noticed the first bed of crocuses were coming up, now I noticed daffodils and the first hyacinths are also on their way. Now I am counting the weeks and days to spring and walking the garden every day to see what is coming up next.

I spotted a piliated woodpecker in our yard pecking away on a tree fifty feet away.  I had never seen one in our yard before.  I quickly called my wife to view it.  She had never seen one before.  She grabbed her camera and got several good pictures of it with her zoom.  The woodpecker stayed on that tree at least an half hour.  Today I kept looking at that tree expecting it to be there but it wasn’t.  It is rare to see one.  You usually hear their wild cackle.  And not them.  It is an exotic looking bird about fifteen inches tall and with a long red crown.

I actually took two layers of clothing off when I was outside. Spring is two days plus four weeks away. I checked the eight day forecast–every day was the fifties and sixties. I could not believe it. We only had one extended freeze this winter. Is there any more cold weather in the future. And snow?!  What a warm winter so far!

Usually all my three black animals (two dogs and one cat) sack out with me. My cat Cool Hand Luke is the only cat to follow me into my bedroom.(I have seven). I have owned her for over fourteen years. She is Pre L., my other. She settles in the bed depending where Tilla positions himself on my left side by my head. She often lays in the upper left of the corner a few feet from my head. Sometimes she will lie down by my right armpit and purr loudly when I reach out to her. Coco, Tilla’s sister, has her spot on the left side of the bed laying on a thin cushion topped by a pillow and torn ruffled bunched up woolen blanket. That is the typical routine the three animals follow. They are at wits end the time or two during the year I may be away. They will mill around the bed not knowing what to do when the evening comes and my wife goes to bed.

Tilla, my favorite dog, did not miss one night since I came back from my 50th high school reunion. When I go to bed he is waiting for me on the left side of me often sound asleep. We had to board our three dogs when we took a trip to NJ. Tilla let loose an howl when we brought him home from the kennel. I never heard such a sound come from his. throat. It was pain! He must have felt abandoned and did not know if we were coming back to get him. Now every night he sleeps by my side. He does not want to be too far from me. He is not taking any chances.

The biggest discovery today was in my garden. One patch of crocus was about a quarter inch high. It is only February 13 today. Spring is coming, spring is coming!