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Why Do I Write This Blog???

The easiest (and probably the most honest) answer to that question is: I don't know. It all started in the summer of 2005, when I went to Crawford, Texas ( a.k.a. the home of the prez's ranch, a.k.a. the home of Camp Casey) to support Cindy Sheehan. I wanted the world to know that, contrary to what one could read in the mainstream media, the peace movement was alive and well and large numbers of Americans did not support the war in Iraq. I wanted people to know that thousands of Americans were willing to travel to Texas and tolerate the heat, humidity, and bugs in order to support a grieving mother whose new purpose was to shine a light on the lies that led to the war and to bring home our troops so that no other mother would have to know the pain that she felt.

Over time, this blog has become more of an exploration of who I am, my spirituality, and how life works. I love life's complexities, exploring the shades of gray. I want to, as Rainier Maria Rilke said,

"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."

Maybe my blog is just one big question about what is needed in order for people to take the time to love and cherish each other and our earth. Maybe someday, I will "live along some distant day into the answer."

In the meantime, thank you for joining me on my journey. I welcome you to share yours with me

 

Sunday, August 26, 2007

The Beatles at Red Rocks

Proof I was there. But in the nosebleed section.

Yesterday, at the last minute, my friend told me that she had four free tickets to the 1964 The Tribute concert at Red Rocks. Since I NEVER GOT TO SEE THE BEATLES LIVE, I figured this was the next best thing. And no one in their right mind would pass up free tickets to a Red Rocks concert anyway.

The four lads of this Beatles take-off band have perfected the mannerisms of J,P,G & R down to John's gum-chewing and Paul's left-handed bass playing (even though Gary Grimes who plays Paul's part is really right-handed). These guys are really good! And fun!

The audience consisted of people from 2 years old to 72 (or older). What an impact the Beatles had on many generations! Last night their music brought together people of all types, and we danced, sang and had a great time together. Neither politics, religion, age, nor race mattered.

Now that's what I call some peace-making!

(Big bummer. I was scheduled to work the concession stand for The Cure's show and I just read that it was canceled. Guess I'll just have to post a YouTube video to console myself.)



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posted by Carol at 7:12 PM


4 Comments:

Blogger Robert Rouse said...

Carol, I have something for you over at the new place.

9:12 PM  
Blogger Robert Rouse said...

I forgot to mention - I saw the Beatles at the Indiana State Fairgrounds on Sept. 3, 1964 with my mother at the age of 9. I could not hear the lads because of the screaming. However, I did hear their supporting act, Cyrkle - at the time "Red Rubber Ball" was one of my favorites, so that made the concert cool.

BTW, I have a poster for that show.

10:36 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

Thanks for the Recommended Read Award, Robert!

I just KNEW that you would have seen the Beatles. There is no way my parents would've taken me to see those "noise-making long hairs". My mom always called my music "noise".

A woman told me that she got to see the Beatles at Red Rocks. People around her stormed the gate, so she got in without having to give her ticket. She still has that valuable little piece of paper.

She touched two of the Beatles as they were rushing into their limo. We asked her which two. She said it was the two that are dead. I asked her to please not touch me.

7:18 AM  
Blogger Robert Rouse said...

You have to understand that my mother is only 16 years older than me. She was a young Mama. She turned me on to Elvis,the Beatles, the Stones, Buck Owens, Johnny Cash, etc.

I had to learn Sinatra, Bennett, Big Bands, etc. on my own.

8:51 AM  

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