His twin brothers didn’t look much alike but you could tell
they once did. One was bald and skinny and he played the keyboard. The other
was fat, had a ridiculously long, white handlebar mustache and a long ponytail
but no hair on the entire top of his head. The latter played the flute and a saxophone
and the top of his head turned beet red when he was playing. A few times I worried he might
pass out from the effort.
The forth brother, you could tell, though he was still pretty
cool but he needed to ditch his Mom jeans and to learn not to blush so much at
his brother’s teasing. Every time one of the guys would screw up a cord or the
lyrics Mr. Peg Leg would wink at the crowd and say, “That’s the way we
rehearsed it” and once he remarked, “Wow, we got through that whole chorus without a mistake!” which made the blushing brother red enough to match the top
of his horn playing brother’s head. At one point they were all laughing so
much they stopped playing, and one of the guys waved a hand in front of his face while saying,
“Be at one with the song” and then they’d continue on playing as if nothing happened.
At another point the lead singer wanted us to sing along to
a song that turned out to be a tribute to Amelia
Earhart. If you shake my family tree she’d come tumbling out but surprise,
surprise none of us knew the words…not even me. That didn’t matter to the band.
Next they invited us to sing along to Knight
in White Satin which I vaguely remembered from the ‘60s. They had better
luck with audience participation with Old Time Rock N’ Roll. Obviously there were a few old Bob Seger fans in our
group because we were belting that song out with the best of them. The last sing-along
was You Are My Sunshine and you'd have to be brain dead not to remember that one from our youth. The sequence of sing-alongs was a good example of the band's quirky sense of humor.
A few ladies at my table of sixteen were wadding up Kleenex to stick in their ears and a couple ladies experimented with taking one or both of their hearing aids out. When the band asked if they were playing too loud, half the crowd yelled “No!” and the half yelled, “Yes!” so they didn’t change their volume one little bit. The whole show was so campy and corny and I had a great time and all that for five dollars including the food and door prizes which I never win. Once in awhile, though, I'd feel sorry for the band because hard of hearing people tend to talk too loud and I was worried the guys heard some of the negative reviews their music was getting. For me, it was fun watching the guys have so much fun and the screw ups didn't matter.
A few ladies at my table of sixteen were wadding up Kleenex to stick in their ears and a couple ladies experimented with taking one or both of their hearing aids out. When the band asked if they were playing too loud, half the crowd yelled “No!” and the half yelled, “Yes!” so they didn’t change their volume one little bit. The whole show was so campy and corny and I had a great time and all that for five dollars including the food and door prizes which I never win. Once in awhile, though, I'd feel sorry for the band because hard of hearing people tend to talk too loud and I was worried the guys heard some of the negative reviews their music was getting. For me, it was fun watching the guys have so much fun and the screw ups didn't matter.
A nice thing also happened at the senior hall that day. Another
widow asked me for my contact information so we can “do lunch” sometime. She’s
a down-to-earth type and easy to talk to. Her husband died more recently than
mine and she’s been fighting with her kids over purging the house of her husband's things. They want to
go at it faster than she does which makes me grateful that I had/have the
ability to set my own pace without pressure or input from anyone. ©
I love me some Seger and Old Time Rock 'N Roll is my fave!!! I would really have enjoyed that band!!
ReplyDeleteThey really were fun. I can't stop thinking about their silly one-liners.
DeleteSounds like good times to me. Glad someone gave you their contact info. My husband plays golf with my brother-in-law when he's here for the summer. They live in Florida during the winter, and H has no one to play with. I told him he should get the contact info of someone the golf course matches him with sometimes. He did just that the other day. It was a guy who lost his wife recently.
ReplyDeleteI'll bet the widower appreciated that! Making friends at our age is so much harder than making friends when we were younger.
ReplyDeleteAND! Guess what?? I, too, exchanged info with a lady my age to get together soon. Her daughter and Kate were good friends in grade school and high school ... they both came over to meet Deacon! And the Mom suggested we get together! You just never know how or when a friendship may strike!
ReplyDeleteVery cool! Hope you two follow through. That's the hard part....I think.
DeleteDo many couples go to the senior center? Or mostly singles? Someday I might cross that thresh hold. Not planning to yet. How wonderful that a nice, down-to-earth woman suggested lunch with you. Hope you get together and kindle a friendship :-)
ReplyDeleteThere are anywhere from 109 to 120 people who show up for events at the senior center and only 10-12 are men. Of the men, about half of those are half of a couple. It's definitely not a place a women would go to met men. LOL
DeleteYou reminded me of a comment my dad made when he was first widowed. He tried a few senior hall meetings but didn't like all the women "chasing him." He met a great woman at the bowling alley (where he could chase her, I guess) and they were a couple for over 10 years.
What a great story about your Dad! Mine avoids the senior citizen center, too. He went to some such event with his girlfriend, and she guarded him like a barracuda.
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