08.10.01
When I was but a much wee-er pup that I am most currently now, my delightful and sainted mother drove a car that possessed an 8-track player. Now, we only had a few 8-tracks for out audio pleasure, but damn I loved all of them. I think we might have had more, but the only ones that I clearly remember were by Buffy St. Marie, who was special to me because she was on the episode of Sesame Street where they went to Hawaii to find Snuffy's family; The Wiz, which was just ultra kick-ass, plus I think we sang songs from it in some past choir to which I belonged at some point; and Neil Diamond's Greatest Hits (up until whatever point and time that recording was made).
Cracklin' Rose, Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show, I am, I said, Sweet Caroline.
I loved them all.
"Hands touching hands, reaching out, touching me, touching you..."
Driving home from Colorado over Thanksgiving, my mother and I found ourselves singing Neil Diamond duets in lieu of a defunct radio's unfulfilled promise.
Smashmouth is covering Neil Diamond songs on the radio. I'm a Believer. Me too.
And now it would appear that Overlord Carol and I will find ourselves inside the Mark at Moline, on October 24th, basking in the radiant glow that is Neil Diamond belting out his oldies and goodies, LIVE.
Somehow, that's a permutation in the fabric that is reality that I had never previously considered.
You'd think I'd be going with my Mom, wouldn't you?
Well, she didn't offer to go with me.
