Early in our relationship the cowboy bought tickets to Barry Manilow and I tried not to yawn as the maestro of mellow belted out his repertoire. Dave drew my attention to several middle-aged housewives tossing their underwear on stage. Dave asked if I would be interested in doing the same and I smiled patiently, "you take me to a Stones concert and I might consider it,"
We went to a Bob Dylan concert and I had a difficult time focusing as some teen-aged punks had formed a mosh pit at the foot of the stage and they were bouncing off each other. I was hoping Bob might say something to the young egotists but he just smiled and kept singing about revolution and war, you know Bob, such a bubbly sort of guy.
Live concerts represent a chance to mingle with the gods and breathe the same air if they do indeed breathe. I have a picture on my fridge that shows an aging hippie wearing Mickey Mouse ears and flashing the peace sign. On his shirt is written, Clapton is God. We were fortunate to acquire tickets
to Eric's concert. We sat quietly in our chairs letting the beauty of his music wash over us and it was an experience not unlike sitting in a great cathedral.