I was in fact dancin' with my Daddy...via cell...all night long at the Doobie Brothers concert at the Brady tonight. And how fitting considering he's my original "dealer" in what has throughout my lifetime become an addiction to music. His introducing me to not only the Doobies but the Van's...Morrison and Halen, Led Zep, Aerosmith, The Stones, Don McLean, Stevie Ray...every GREAT artist I knew about before the age of 12...made me who I am today and who I am as far as musical taste is pretty damn awesome! I called him up for a few of the classic hits tonight and we shared them together. Since I haven't seen him in 8 months and I'm still Daddy's Little Girl at 28, I sprung an eye leak a time or two whilst "Takin' It To The Street" in "China Grove" recalling fondly all those times I'd spent watching him tap the steering wheel belting out those tunes while I frantically listened to learn the words and tried to keep the beat from the passenger seat.
I know Staind was in town tonight (and I had tickets but opted to give them to my ex, Davis...so he could impress the new girl...yes, you're welcome and I hope it got you laid or at the very least a good time and a 2nd date in the weeks ahead!) but my friend, Linda, Take 2...or as I have affectionately begun to refer to her as my surrogate significant other...is a HUGE fan of the Doobs and bought tickets for us last month under the guise of them being a birthday gift for me. I too love me some Doobies but it truly was a show for the "ages" if ya smell what I'm cookin'. It was a perfect old lady date at Tulsa's original "Old Lady"...truly. Linda's ever the gentleman and took me out for dinner and drinks beforehand because she knows better than anyone that I'm not just some cheap slut she can take to a concert and get lucky with...I've GOT to be fed and watered first, dammit! She wanted In The Raw...which I don't do...but settled for Senor Tequila's...which consequently I DO do. I gotta say...we had 6 strawberry margaritas (WHICH ARE THE BEST IN T-TOWN BY THE WAY!) between us in the span of 2 hours and I'm not a drinker so needless to say I was a bit on the south side of tipsy when we set out on our Doobie infused evening.
Parking in downtown as always was a bitch of a beast but we finally managed to cop a spot in the paid parking lot across from the venue. This was a major coup on our part given the fact that we showed up right as the show was about to begin. As we made our way through what seemed like a "mullets through the ages" exhibit, I began to feel that familiar tingling in my hands and feet that always arrives just before I see a live set. The butterflies in my tummy...the pure delight that only comes from the excitement of a gathering of people who are sharing one love...the love of music. We got in, used the facilities and found our third row center seats...props go to me for scoring the seats because I'm lucky like that and typically the ticket fairy (no, not Ina...that bitch hates me) will sprinkle a little dust on my fingertips before I order.
The opening act was a local comedian, Jason Emmert. I thought his set was raunchy, tasteless, offensive and all around crude...my kinda humor! The crowd, some of whom had brought their children and grandchildren, apparently disagreed and an apology for his behavior and use of expletives such as "c*ck", "d*ck", "f*ck" and "sh*t"...some of my favorite four letters...was issued before the Doobies took the stage. I didn't find it necessary but then again I don't take my 6 year old to a Doobie Brothers concert on a school night either. I say friend him up...he's funny y'all. Catch his act in town if you get a chance...I bet you laugh too.
The Brothers Doobie opened their set with the classic "China Grove" which was completely fantastic and then took it down a peg or ten by playing a buttload of songs that the crowd really wasn't feelin' as much. Realizing their obvious error, they stepped it up a notch by diving into "Takin' It To The Streets" (which is absolutely NOT THE SAME without Michael McDonald's glorious vocals) and then proceeded to run through their string of big hits, turning the show around and keeping the crowd composed almost entirely of AARP members...and us...on their feet until the finale of "Listen To The Music". The standout moment of the night came when Pat Simmons stepped into the spotlight focused on the center of the darkened stage armed only with his axe and crooned the intro to the classic "Black Water". Beneath his trademark hat and under his near waist length locks that are now streaked with silver I watched as the face of the nearly 60 year old entertainer morphed into that of a young man and I listened intently as his voice transported everyone in attendance to a different place in time...the way that only memorable music from the soundtrack of a lifetime has the power to do. By the end of the extended version of that famous ditty, the entire crowd was singing along in perfect harmony. There was no encore but there wasn't one needed. Everyone walked away feeling completely satiated from the performance. For a group of musicians who've been "rockin' down the highway" for over three decades, they proved they've still got what it takes and took us on a wonderful trip down memory lane tonight.
What struck me most about my evening though wasn't what I heard from the stage as much as what I saw in the crowd. So much of the live music experience for me comes from the energy of the crowd...it always has. What I saw was old people...and by old, I mean old enough to remember the phonograph...having the time of their lives was what I saw. These people became ageless when their favorite band of yesteryear took the stage. It was phenomenal...beautiful even. They took their new hips for a spin tonight...they kicked off their orthopedic footwear and danced like nobody was watching. It made me laugh...hard. Not AT them mind you. AT myself. The me I'll be a few decades from now. Oh yes people...make NO mistake about it...I will be among that group one day rockin' out to my favorite bands. I will be in attendance at every show I can snag a set of tickets to and you'll be able to easily spot me under the haze of euphoria...I'll be the older lady up front who is dancing and singing along with every word. And I will be doing so unabashedly and with the fervor of a twenty year old co-ed. Count on that.
There was a point in "Listen To The Music" near the end of the show that they put the house lights on and I could see the full scope of the crowd...hands outstretched overhead clapping big, loud and proud and one woman in particular caught my eye. She was tall...maybe even my height...and she stood out above all the others. Not because she was tall mind you but because she had this amazing million dollar smile on. You know the kind of smile that you get when you've just closed the door of your house and sort of slid down the back of it because you're weak in the knees after the perfect first kiss on the perfect first date with the perfect Mr. Right Now? The kind of smile that can only be born of pure elation and complete joy? Yeah...that kind. The kind that makes your face hurt for a few days afterward. She seriously was delirious with delight...SO HAPPY! I pointed it out to Linda, Take 2 and said "Now THAT makes ME happy...that right there." She hugged the hell out of me and said "And that's why I love you!" I've hit the friend lottery in this lifetime, I just know it. What a supergreatfantabulous time we had!
I came away from tonight completely refreshed and feeling fully alive...hence why I'm still awake. My moral of the story is this kids...Ya gotta sing like nobody's listening, dance like nobody's watching and love EVERYONE like you'll never get hurt...and if you find that task difficult at times, just listen to the music.