I had one of those life is good moments the other day on the way home from a Sunday afternoon concert in the Arroyo Grande Village.
In fact, I was a bit verklempt as I thought about my good fortune. We live in an amazingly beautiful place and, Walmarts notwithstanding, our environment is just about perfect.
This area has so much to offer, and one of the recent trends that I adore is the summer concerts. Seems like in every burg, from Santa Maria to Paso Robles, you can find free, outdoor live music.
Not only do these fests get my rock star husband out of the house, but they also bring people together as a community. And, according to one of my adult sons, there is nothing that is more entertaining than watching old, white people dance. Its true, although you do see folks dancing from all cultural persuasions. Kids and dogs, babies and wobbly toddlers, ironic teenagers, old guys in Hawaiian shirts and Indiana Jones hats, mature women in visors and capris all rockin to the strains of Green River.
Of course, its not all vintage geezer theres lots of new stuff out there, too but I dont know any of the words to those songs. Fun in the sun (or the fog if youre in Pismo). It just doesnt get much better.
As Ive previously reported, I have a personal music connection. Ive been living with a rockand-roller for nigh-on-50 years, and while there has been a metamorphosis in venues sock hops to fair stages the basic elements of a gig remain the same: adoring female fans flocking to touch his shoulder; male rocker wannabes ogling his guitars.
I dont go to as many gigs as I used to. Really, how many times can a girl listen to her husband soulfully sing, I Cant Get No Satisfaction, and not begin to take it personally?
So, I enjoy my quiet evenings at home while he plays rock star. Im fine with that. Who wouldnt be? Hes out schlepping heavy equipment in and out of parks, bars and wedding venues, and Im at home on the couch bonding with my Internet friends.
I admit, though, when I do manage to get out the front door, Im never disappointed. I love the people watching, and lets face it, rock n roll lyrics can be especially entertaining from a geezer perspective. One of my favorites is from a Rolling Stones song, Spider and the Fly.
Its a sexy, bluesy number with the line, She was common, flirty, she looked about 30.
You remember 30? The age after which no one could be trusted, let alone qualify as serious relationship material?
And that got me to thinking about oldies rock lyrics in general. Remember how we all had at least one song with which we joyously vocalized every time it came on the radio, and then years later found out that what wed been singing was nowhere close to the original words?
Just out of curiosity I did one of my unbiased, scientific texting research polls, whereby I sent a message to everyone on my contact list asking what song lyrics they used to fracture. I love texting questions because, in just a few minutes, my phone begins to beep like crazy, and it makes me sound like one of the popular girls (common, flirty, looks about 30).
I got scads of replies. My cute nephew-in-law Dustin used to think that Elton John was crooning (well, alright, he didnt exactly use that word), Hold me closer, Tony Danza.
And the former boyfriend of a friend thought the Bee Gees sang, Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, stayin the night, stayin the night. In my view, that was probably wishful thinking on his part.
My contacts were on a roll:
From the Everly Brothers 1958 hit, All I Have to Do is Dream: only trouble is, Cheez Whiz, Im dreamin my life away.
Johnny Rivers Secret Asian Man.
Creedence Clearwaters Bad Moon Rising: Theres a bathroom on the right.
And one of my personal favorites by Crystal Gayle, Doughnuts Make My Brown Eyes Blue.
And of course we couldnt leave out The Beach Boys and Little Deuce Coup.
Years ago, my first-grade nephew thought he heard, Shes my little loose tooth, you dont know what Ive got
The bottom line: Music is a whole lot of fun. If I can get off the couch, so can you! Ride a bike, drive a car, scoot a scooter, throw in some munchies and enjoy the fun available along the Central Coast.
Get out there and dance! Feel free to sing along, too original lyrics optional.
Well, gig time is about done guess Id better get ready to meet my rocker at the door. As Jimi would say Scuse me while I kiss this guy.
Suzanne Davis is happily retired and living in the South County with her husband and their three dogs.