You may be wondering what all those clueless letters above could actually mean. You may think that I’ve totally lost my mind. But you would be SO wrong. I’ve really had my mind blown. Remember last post where I promised to reveal the event that the hubby and I attended involving glitz and bling? It was just the beginning of one verrrry long, strange trip.
Now everyone get ready, steady, stay calm and & let’s party on!
Oh My GaGa! Could I mean the FABULOUS Lady GaGa and Tony Bennett performance held near the end of May in the San Francisco Bay Area? Oh yeah. The venue for this awesome concert was the Concord Pavilion in (where else?) beautiful Concord, California. It was our first visit (hubby surprised me with the tickets) to this magical setting high in the golden, parched hills above the suburban city of Concord. Tony Bennett is one hip dude. In fact, this swinging, singing sensation will soon reach the age of ninety. His singing pipes haven’t “rusted” at all. The man’s stamina is amazing. He’s on a World tour with Lady GaGa: How does he do it? All those ooh, la, la costumes GaGa slips on may be recharging his spark plugs!
Whether good karma or not, he remains an Italian stallion.
We previously saw Tony maybe 10 years ago on my birthday. It was another outdoor venue in Mountain View, California, the scene of many a “Dead” concert. This was an annual benefit for the school that singer Neal Young’s son attended. It’s an all-acoustic gig. Tony was there with Paul McCartney among the cast of performers, and he and Sir Paul sang together. How exciting was that?
There was a wee problem at this show: We could not score any seats and had to settle for lawn “seating.” Yeah, they usually will rent you a low chair for the event, for an extra fee of course. However, the ground was saturated from two days of rain (no drought then), and it was way too muddy for chairs. So the hubby and I sat on black plastic bags provided by the couple next to us.
And you know what happened next?
As the concert progressed, rain began to steadily fall and we soon began to slide down the hill! (I was hoping that I would “slide” into Paul McCartney’s arms, but no such luck.) We were “saved” by somebody who stepped on the bags, man.
But I needed more Tony, so was happy to see him perform again.
No way could I compete with Lady GaGa in the glamour, glitz and bling department. She has the hot bod and the bucks to dress to impress. I just wanted to look somewhat festive and wasn’t sure if my outfit was GaGa-ish or kinda Katy Perry. I just bought some new shades to complete my ensemble (hahaha). The concert was awesome. Man, can the two of then sing. Who would have believed that Tony & the Lady would be so groovy together?
In early June we made our annual trek to Mecca- (heh heh, I mean San Francisco) for the Haight/Ashbury Street Fair. Fairgoers look forward to seeing us every year. (I wanna believe that, I really DO.) Car parking is becoming scarce as more people with megamoola move into the increasingly expensive City-by-the Bay. A lot of less affluent people are crowding into tiny apartments and even tinier spots to park their cars. Saw quite a few “smart” cars on the roads. Don’t even think about getting an over-sized vehicle or (God forbid, and I bet the Almighty does) buying a Hummer. You will NEVER be able to find a space for it. If you do happen upon one, and it happens to be free, puleeeze give me a call. We have a mini van we use when we have visitors, and they wanna see the City, man.
I pleaded with my Parking Angel to guide the Mini Cooper into a heavenly space. She did. Amen to that, my wind-up winged friend. Yeah, I sought her help for our annual pilgrimage to Haight Street, where we like to celebrate what remains of the Summer of Love. A genuine hippie or two can still be spotted…at least when I’m in town!
I may not have worn the most glam threads to the concert in Concord, but I believe I looked way groovy for the Fair. At least many people said I did. You didn’t lie, did you? You don’t want any bad karma, do you? My terrapin-topped hubby and I didn’t see the trippy, tie-dye couple from last year when we arrived, didn’t see our Deadhead friend Annie, either. (A lot of people have left the Bay Area because of high rents and lowered paychecks and I hope Annie isn’t one of them.)
We did get there pretty early (for Henry, it was really early), and no-one had asked to take our photo for quite some time. Then it happened: We were asked to pose for a photo and then the pepperrazzi (like Sgt. Pepper, man) swarmed around us with a plethora of photo devises- some even looked like cameras. Imagine that.
Well, I thought I might be imagining the tie-dye tornado that nearly knocked us off our feet while we posed for fan photos next to a local food charity booth. (We really act as international ambassadors for the City of San Francisco, although they don’t know it. We happily chatted with visitors from London/Birmingham, England, Wales, Ireland, Scotland, Australia, Canada (eh?), South Africa, Brazil and Germany, just to name a few!) The tie-dyers recognized us, how could they not? They also upped their game from last year. They also go in their quasi hippie get-up to the “How Weird Fair” in S.F. every year. I don’t think that dressing in tie-dye is weird, however. Wearing glorious color is just who I am, man.
Finally we knew they were NOT the hippie skeletons seated in the totally groovy motorbike/cycle parked at Jerry Day last August. Whew! The old man and I were relieved. They also looked relieved. Who will be “seated” there this year, huh? Stay tuned to the LaughLaundry for the latest info. They were excited to see us. I asked about their son and he now teaches scuba diving in Cancun, Mexico. Sounds like a dream scene for a 21 year old male. We tried to navigate the street which was now filling- in with people who obviously didn’t have a parking angel of their own. I feel so blessed. Good luck finding yourself a parking space without divine intervention, you guys. We parted company from the tie-dye duo, while we noticed the distinct lack of colorful attire on the majority of fairgoers strolling down Haight Street. There were numerous vendors of tie-dye and hippie-type fashion, so there is no excuse for not wearing hippie clothing next year. Ya hear?
There was a lot of excited talk on the Street among fair going Deadheads about the coming shows commemorating the 50th anniversary of the founding of the Grateful Dead. It’s another year of celebration, folks. OMG, are you ready for…
That’s Oh My Grateful Dead, in case you didn’t know. Why didn’t you know? We went to hippie nirvana on Saturday, the 27th. Nirvana has become very pricey these days, just so you know. We went to the new home of the 49ers in Santa Clara for a major celebration for fans of the Grateful Dead and all their individual bands. (They are still referred to as the San Francisco 49ers despite being 40 miles from the City.) This is it for concerts with the surviving members of the band. They haven’t found –they can’t find – anyone who could replace Jerry Garcia, their spiritual leader. So they’re 2 nights performing in Santa Clara and 3 over the 4th of July weekend in Chicago. They say that’s it. The fans at the show were not ready for the music to end. I was jazzed to be part of the scene, but I don’t want the magic to stop.
A lot of people came in tie-dye for this event. I mean, my very first Dead show looked like a tie-dye convention. Of course, there are a lot of fans who refuse to grow-up and dress in fun attire for anything. It was a PARTY fer cryin’ out loud. The food wasn’t too bad. I had a vegan dog (I hope it didn’t contain any actual vegans ‘cause that would just be wrong, man.) The garlic fries are derigueur cuisine in the Bay Area, but I think they tasted better at Sir Paul’s show at Candlestick Park. No big deal. I doubt I’ll be back to the Levi Stadium. It’s expensive, yet I found it rather soulless. Thank goodness it’s now flowing with the joy and vibrancy of Deadhead energy.
There was a rainbow that appeared over the stadium after maybe 10 minutes of light rain, and many fans think it was a sign of love from Jerry Garcia. I’ve told you how magical the Dead are. Earlier an airplane attempted a peace sign in the sky above. Peace and love, man. We all left sporting neck braces.
My hubby took some fun photos, we were gifted with free roses –tie-dye included, and he recorded a video which will take you on that long, strange trip. It’s far-out, man. Don’t miss the photo of the young hippie girls with the floral headbands. They came from London just to see the show. They never saw one before. Way too young and far away. Glad they got to see a show. Glad I got to see the show. Thanks, Henry!
Peace, love, joy, laughter, with the continuing magic of the Grateful Dead and Jerry Garcia,