Originally Posted by
TheLoony
So, that death thing. It's a gonna happen, someday.
Bah, whatever, but if I manage to make it through 'til next month and see Kansas, that's sort of a circle I'm not unhappy with completing. My first show was Kansas and if I suddenly poofed out of existence after seeing the show next month, well, it's been a damn good run.
Sure, I never got to make any actual music, never got to write those killer lyrics I always wanted to but as a fan it's been a helluva ride.
Ok, so it was Kansas in 1982, not the original guys, but not a bad foray into the world of rock and roll. Next month will also be without SW(and others) but what the hell? They, and I, are still around these days and well, that ain't too bad.
"Though it's just a memory, some memories last forever" - even though that ass made the Rush show a miserable experience I still have a lot of good ones. Been telling younger guys stories - one guy was amazed I got to see Metallica right before Cliff died - and just ran into a very old friend I hadn't seen in over twenty years today(who happens to be the friend who introduced me to a ex many moons ago who now is in bad shape) and, well, feeling a bit melancholy, or whatever.
Not that I'm thinking of going, or anything like that. No, I plan on sticking around for the R50 show when they play all acoustic with Neil on bongos and African drums. They'll be playing Xanadu with doubleneck mandolins. No, I ain't going away easily and hopefully not anytime soon, that's not the point.
Although, what the point is, yeah, well. I really don't know. I just felt like saying that.
Bloody hell, I can't edit the title. Oh well, I never was great at typing and it shows.
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