Yesterday Theresa and I went to NYC for several reasons. First, to see NY during Christmas timeLights, Trees and all that provides fodder for seasonal songs. Second, Duh! to see a show. We saw Rain a Beatle tribute band.  It was a true stroll down memory Blvd. Somehow I managed to feel those old familiar Pangs from my early teenage years. And re-live good times with friends from ling ago.

A lot of what was played I remember from constant repetition on the AM radio stations of my youth. Some I remember when I was playing culture catch up when I came back from southeast Asia in 1972. I was reminded that I missed my family, psychedelic music, and the sexual revolution all in one four year stint in the US Navy.  What I didn’t miss was what I really needed to miss to stay attached to humanity. Listening to music from that period helps to start building a connection, Glimpses to a period of my life that was lost to me. As I listened to the show I was felt both sadness, for what I lost, and joy at realizing the potential  for finding lost bits of life.

I really liked the show.  I plan on seeing again in the future.  I will support the band Rain for brushing away the foggy areas of my life.

My wife set up the whole excursion and to be honest the thought of seeing a tribute band was not high on my list of things to do. I should have known better, my wife is smart she knew I would have a good time. I did have a good time and that’s just one of the reasons I love my wife so much.