The line was long but moved fairly quickly. Held up only momentarily from time to time with people using walkers or wheelchair's. They were all there: The pudgy men with loud Hawaiian shirts and balding heads. The women with thick glasses, costume jewelry and perfect hairdos. Men with leather vests and long grey beards. All moving slowly towards their seats. Some (like myself) taking extra time to negotiate steep concrete steps. Like a huge herd of elders we all moved towards the large stage, trying to find our little plastic seats that many of us found more than a little snug. And what brought out the past generations? What managed to pull us away from our computers and remote controls? An AARP convention? A mass healing for our aging bones? Maybe a Matlock fan club meeting? No my friends, none of these. What brought us together was just a big giant kick-ass rock concert! So we came to pay homage at the church of the Rolling Stones. Our ministers were brother Mick and brother Keith. Their sermon: Ear drum crushing sounds of musical heaven. We spoke in tongues (which is what a bunch of drunk mid-lifers trying to sing sound like). We moved our bodies in ways they haven't been moved in since the '70's. And always brother Mick was there to guide us on our journey. He ran here, he ran there and never did he tire. Brother Keith of course died many years ago but his skeleton performed perfectly. And for two quick hours we all were ageless. For two quick hours we were still rebels, still anti-establishment. All ready to make love not war. Ready to shove it to the MAN. Spirits filled with youthful hope and serenity. Then with a crash of fireworks and smoke it ended. Our guides disappeared into a backstage world that we couldn't follow. Stadium floodlights blazed on to bring us back to stark reality. We once again saw the true "us". We are the establishment, we are the MAN. We are getting older and realizing we won't live forever. But man for two short hours..... Keep cool dude and don't trust anyone over seventy.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
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