“Your mouth falls open in delighted incredulity even as your throat is wrestling with a lump of golf-ball proportions… All in all, it’s the best night out of 2000.”I read that line from a review from The Independent describing the experience of the reviewer at a Young@Heart concert in London in 2000. Those words pretty much sum up my feelings about this concert better than any words I might have conjured up. Hubby and I attended a hastily arranged local benefit concert by Young@Heart last night here in Utah.
They were everything I’d hoped they would be: a little rowdy, a little raunchy singing songs with lyrics from rock groups I wouldn’t have wanted Mama to know I was listening to when I was young, and as full of life as I hope to be when I round the bend in the road that leads into my seventies and eighties–should I be lucky enough to live that long. They included a mix of music from Rolling Stone (You Don’t Always Get What You Want), Gloria Gaynor (I Will Survive), Led Zeppelin (Stairway to Heaven), and many I didn’t recognize to others like James Brown (I Feel Good!) that I did. Needless to say the lyrics sounded different coming from the mouths of these life-experienced oldsters.
One of the last songs they performed made an imprint on my mind. “Heaven” is from Talking Heads, a group from the 1970’s when I missed out on quite a bit of the contemporary music being played over the air because I was busy taking care of children and chauffeuring duties. While Hubby thought it was pretty, he didn’t understand what the lyrics were trying to say, but I must say it really appealed to me. I’m not sure what that means, but I figured the lyrics would be a good way to end this post. So here ’tis:
Everyone is trying to get to the bar.
The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven.
The band in Heaven plays my favorite song.
They play it once again, they play it all night long.
There is a party, everyone is there.
Everyone will leave at exactly the same time.
Its hard to imagine that nothing at all could be so exciting, and so much fun.
When this kiss is over it will start again.
It will not be any different, it will be exactly the same.
It’s hard to imagine that nothing at all could be so exciting, could be so much fun.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
Sometimes, when I get way too busy, the idea of a place where nothing ever happens really appeals to me. Especially if it means no more gyms, which is where I have to get ready to go now. Gotta keep moving. Young@Heart brought me that message at last night’s concert.