Flooding back…lost in the years…lost in the business of
life…blurred out by conservative views.
It’s been a while since the news hit, so by now it’s nearly
irrelevant, but even if it’s just for my own benefit...
...here’s my journey with Prince...
First Listen
It was 1984. I was a rocker. I loved AC/DC, Van Halen, and
all related guitar-luvin music. The first rock concert movie I saw was AC/DC’s
“Let There Be Rock” at the Skyway theaters. Huge stack of speakers on each side
of the screen…it as awesome! My parents would have cringed if they knew
Angus “mooned” the audience during a guitar solo. Oh, and we hated any music
with “keyboards” (I know, later I learned piano and have been playing and
composing since I was 16…life’s funny that way). We even contemplated
boycotting Van Halen when “Jump” came out with…keyboards! Anyway, me and my
brother were returning from a great weekend at our Grandpa’s lake home in
Deerwood, MN. We were driving south past Lake Millacs, (past the big bass
statue), and he said, “Take a listen to this”.
The song started.
Keyboards...
I was skeptical.
We were supposed to hate keyboards.
“…you can always see the sun…” The tension started to
build…maybe not a complete waste of time...
“so when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills…you know
the one”...
….the drum beat kicked in...
My ears perked up… “…this life, you’re on your
own!"
Then the guitar.
That crunchy, slamming’, aggressive guitar...
This wasn’t some woosy little pop song. This was something
different...
…and by “Punch a higher floor!”… when the wall o’ guitars
slammed into synth stabs...
I was hooked!
By “Take me away!” I was, well, taken away 😃
I’m not sure my brother knew what he started.
Of course 2 seconds after the song ended, a sweet drum fill
…a full measure of drum fill…started the next song.
That was it. I found my favorite music.
Soon enough I discovered 1999, Controversy, Dirty Mind,
Prince, For You…in that order. I wore those cassettes out and knew every song
by heart.
On the plane back from Madrid, the memories continued to
flood back...
... mowing my parents lawn screaming out Delirious … and my
dad educating me that the lawn mower sound doesn’t drown out full-out singing.
… sneaking into the Wayzata movie theater (my friend worked
there). While most would sneak in to eat the stale popcorn, we snuck in to ‘air
jam’ and mimic the choreography to our favorite songs…of course I chose “I
would die for You” and “Baby I’m a Star”.
…choosing a guitar teacher partly because he was cool
looking and an amazing player, but also because he auditioned for Prince’s
band. (Reynold Philipsek…still releasing amazing records)
…trying to convince my mom that Prince was a shy, wholesome
performer who sang about God…while turning down “Erotic City"
...Learning to play guitar and the first song I learned was,
yep, a Prince song.
…writing my first song (on a woefully out of tune guitar)
which was the first a-ha moment that I could not only compose music of my own,
but could explore all kinds of recording techniques (like high-speed guitar),
layering vocals, and playing all instruments myself.
Take a listen to "U Drive Me Insane" below...
Interestingly, as I listen to that first attempt at the whole "produced, arranged, composed, and performed by Greg Hintermeister", I can't believe how fearless I was. I knew I wasn't the most talented, but Prince's music taught me how to strive for interesting music...I wasn't a good vocalist, but still didn't stop me from layering vocals with multiple parts.
...also all on a little 4 track cassette recorder. Crazy. And, I have to say, a few I still love listening to (take a peek at "The Rock", and "In Jesus Name")
Here's a collection from 1985-1987 I now call, "Was Gonna Be A Star":
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…and then I remember the day the local KDWB radio station had a “Purple Rain Tour”
contest.
I called in and amazingly won 2 tickets to see Prince! I was
so excited…literally flopping on the ground. I asked a friend of mine if he
wanted to go because my parents would NOT approve of me going…we were a very
conservative family. But that wouldn’t stop me. The day of the concert came,
and I was PUMPED...
…and then my friend called. my Mom answered. “Hey, can you
tell Greg we’ll pick him up at 7 for the Prince concert!"
…They were not happy. Although at this point, I’m not sure
if they were mad about the concert or the fact I lied that I was just going to
a friends house for the night.
I was grounded. I was so mad at my friend for leaving the
message that I sold the tickets to a friend of my brothers. Then he was mad at
me, and I don’t think we talked again.
Maybe because of that disappointment, I was driven to
immerse myself in the Prince experience.
…and it filled my life...
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At some point it became an obsession. At the time I was an
active member of a youth group, so just as Prince’s songs swung between God and
sexuality, my inner Greg went along for the ride. This part is difficult to
think through but it was a part of my Prince journey…not difficult as in
embarrassing or regretful, but difficult because I’m not sure what I
think about the path I took.
I bought everything I could…including a mecca trip to
Electric Fetus to get some rare 12” singles. I also frequented “Knut Koupee”, a
music store frequented by Prince. One time I walked into the store only to hear
a killer Prince-esque drum loop rolling. Flanger, phaser, the whole thing.
Unfortunately it was just a worker, but Prince had been there, and I left with
custom “Love God” guitar pics and “Love God” tambourines left over from his
Purple Rain tour.
About that time I remember seeing a TV performance of Purple
Rain tour (in late 1984?) and feeling so…happy! It’s like when I heard his
music I would smile, jump around, feel invincible, and dream of the day that I
would return to a high school reunion (I was in 9th grade) all famous and play
my own cherished songs 😃 .
But, it wasn’t always good.
As a counselor at a church camp, I spent more time playing
purple rain on piano in mess hall than helping kids
I influenced friends and family and watched how they started
becoming obsessed as well as me. Funny how we can become so focused on someone
we’ve never met.
I went to Knollwood to see “Under the Cherry Moon” opening
night…and at the end of the show, at least as far as we could see, Prince
himself ran down the isle and disappeared through the emergency exit. Was it
really him? Who knows…no GPS nor Twitter at the time. But I think it was based
on the reaction of the girls on the isle seats. Me? I became light-headed (I
know…). My friend shook me out of it and we quickly followed, but when we
opened the emergency exit...
…nothing.
My favorite jam at the time? a b-side called “Irresistible
Bitch”.
Eventually the conflict I felt inside by being a
Jesus-follower and a Prince fan came to a head. I really didn’t know what to
do, and my youth pastor suggested…to burn all my Prince material. WHAT?!?
That’s crazy! burn everything. How extreme.
But, in the end, I did.
And you know what? It hurt! (so maybe it was a good
decision?) Was it ridiculous? Maybe. I don’t know. I did feel I was putting my love of
Prince before faith and obedience. Some day I’ll look back and study the
details…so…into the wood-burning furnace it went…the 12” singles, rare photos,
albums, I was OK until the inside LP cover of Purple Rain (the girl
drawing) was ripped and thrown in…
...I felt that pain deep inside.
That was probably 1986, and for a few years I focused on
music from the young Christian scene. (White Heart, Michael W. Smith, Stryper)
In 1989 the movie “Batman” came out…and of course the music
was amazing. It was a way to get reconnected to Prince’s music in a “PG13” kind
of way. While I loved “Batdance”, my favorite was “Trust”. I learned later that
Jack Nicolson used Prince Music to energize himself so the new music had to
have the same beat, and the same hits (sometime dissect Trust vs. Baby I’m A
Star”).
In early 1990, the radio station “Cities 97” promoted an
intimate concert at a now-defunct night club on highway 394 and 100 (just can’t
remember the name!). I called the venue and...
…I got tickets! The concert was for May 2nd, 1990.
…My 21st birthday was May 15, 1990.
It was an “over 21 only” show.
My heart sank. I even walked up to the venue, met the
manager, took a tour of the night club where Prince’s stage was all set up for
the show that night…and I had to sell them. 13 days too young. (I know…Prince
loved the number 13…irony or whatever)…I couldn’t believe I couldn’t see that
show.
Soon after, Prince announced the Nude tour. Since I worked
at Daytons I got tickets…waaay far away but I didn’t care. One day before the
concert I walked by the ticket window and the gal said, “we have extra Prince tickets”.
16th row. SWEET! I sold the nose-bleed tickets to my brother and bought the
good ones.
What a show. So great to hear all the great songs and see
Prince live on stage.
About that time, Up With People called, and I was asked if I
could travel a year early and play guitar around the world.
During the tour I met other Prince fans, and even met a gal
that had the most sought after bootleg “The Black Album”. Awesome. In fact,
most of the time in some foreign land, I was asked, “Where are you from?”.
I would say, “Minnesota”.
Blank stare.
“Minneapolis”.
Eye sparked…, “AH, PRINCE!"
Yep. I guess he’s always been a part of my identity.
Of course life happens, and I focused on college, job, wife,
kids.
I never did stop recording and composing. Here's a clip from a live theatre soundtrack...one of my favs from "Sleeping Beauty" I wrote in maybe 1997:
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Then, in 2006, Prince announced his Musicology tour. I got 2
tickets, great seats, and went with that same girl. He played 2 nights and the
night we went, we were surprised with a new opening band...
…The Time!
What a treat! We got to see Morris Day and all the
rest do their thing. What a fantastic warm-up to Prince, who for that tour did
a ton of hits, an acoustic set, and gave out free CDs to all ticket buyers.
Later I bought 2001's “The Rainbow Children”…my favorite of all
(except for the dumb low-tuned vocal that appears now and then). So funky
and raw. Plus, with that record I realized his music was much more
family-friendly. Mostly PG (or maybe PG-13). I loved listening to it!
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Now it’s 2016. I kinda followed his music, but since I was
too cheap, I skipped buying more recent CDs (which required various online
memberships). Recently I was curious if he was still touring and by dumb luck
stumbled into Ticketmaster just as a concert in Chicago went on sale. I found 2
great seats, but having just returned from multiple work trips, I really didn’t
want to deal with the travel logistics (6 hour drive, hotel, blah blah blah…)
so I canceled the order.
I’m a little sick about that. I would click Order in a
heartbeat now.
Now that he’s gone, I’ve been listening to all kinds of
Prince playlists lately…from my own collection, the Current, and others. I’m so
in awe of how much great music he released and how much good stuff there is.
Most of all I’m in awe of how he changed…from “Dirty Mind”
to “The Last December” which is basically an alter call.
So what of all this?
I don’t know. I’m just grateful for his music…and have no
regrets…regardless of the paths his music steered me.
I think, in the end, his music helped me feel alive and connected.
...Alive.
...Connected.
...Fearless.
For that I’m thankful.
…and to be honest, I think I need a little more of that
“feel alive and connected” these days.
To celebrate his life...and mine, I think I'm gonna focus on two things:
1) Compose and record more often and be more fearless.
2) Embrace music...soak it in.
In fact, I think I’ll have to buy me a record
player, some old Klipsch speakers, sit right in front of them...
I know my wife and I say we'd rather not succumb to the shallow, "Gimme a great birthday experience" as a measurement of each others's love...
But...
We both feel pretty blue if the other doesn't put some effort into our birthday days.
Well, I didn't do a thing. Although we both knew we had tickets to a great concert the next night, it still didn't help her actual day...not to mention that other events made my wife's birthday pretty darned awful!
So I had a chance to offer her a "Birthday Do-over".
Drove to Minnetonka to see her old pottery teacher (who happens to be a world-famous potter) and buy some pot(tery)
Went to Outback Steakhouse for early appetizers
Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith concert
After-show drinks and dessert at Loon cafe
Night in hotel with FREE breakfast after a sleep-in morning
Meandering walk around Mall of America
It was quite a fantastic evening. The only glitch was the crazy security screening at Target Center...45 minutes of endless lines to get through metal detectors...horrible organization...and ended up missing 2 opening songs.
But as we rushed in, and it was as if Mike and Amy were looking our way, saying "Welcome. Glad you made it! You're going to love this"
They traded singing favorite Christmas songs, they sang and played together on songs they co-wrote or played on "back then". They both seemed quite emotional as the songs they played brought memories, possible regrets, thoughts of family who are no longer here, and their relationship to their Savior was very much present.
What a fantastic night.
...and it was with a full orchestra!
From what Amy said, the front of stage was the touring band, and the back of stage were local musicians. That was pretty cool, too.
A highlight: When they both sang Christmas carols and had us sing along. We all got out our LED phone flashlights...and it was a magical site...hearing the audience sing along, feeling the love and community...wonderful.
After, we ended up at The Loon Cafe...to continue the great night, and to let the parking traffic die down...and to have a really awesome nachos with top shelf margarita and whisky manhattan. While this is the least in-focus photo, it might be my favorite of the night...a happy wife...
When describing my travel by the numbers it sure sounds
provocative...
"6 beds in 8 nights"
"3 females in one hotel room"
"Broke the law at 2 hotels"
"Barely had a chance to sleep (if you know what I
mean)"
"Naked 360° panoramic photos taken...and shared"
But, is it really what it seems? Here's my latest travel
experience between Friday 11/30 and Friday 12/7...
Bed 1: Minneapolis
My girls are gymnasts. They compete at different levels so
the "Peppermint Twist" meet was Friday night and Saturday
morning...forcing us to stay in a hotel. Luckily I had enough hotel points to
stay for free at Holiday Express Inn and Suites. It was only one block away
from the Convention Center so it was perfect location. Free breakfast, too! It
was a small room (didn't get the room I booked) so the 6 of us crammed into a
normal hotel room and barely had a chance to sleep with all the kids fit-ful
(and one a nightmare-filled) sleep.
Was it legal to have that many humans in one room? Most
likely not. But my life-long motto is "Ask forgiveness, not
permission".
Results: Girls had 2 very strong events, and are now ready
for state meet (see Bed 6).
Bed 2: Golden Valley
My wife is an actress. The problem is that she doesn't get
to do it much anymore. Our niece played "Little Red" in the musical
"Into The Woods"...and that made my wife cry.
She LOVES that musical (so do I), and her dream is to play a
role in it, but it doesn't appear often around us, so while she was crazy-proud
of her niece, the second she started singing, my wife teared up. it hurts to
see her obviously long to experience something she can't...yet.
We slept on a blowup bed at my wife's brother's house, and
enjoyed a nice morning and then made our way back home that afternoon.
Bed 3: Rochester
A short respite in our lovely,
so-grateful-I-should-scream-but-too-often-I-forget-what-abundance-I-have home.
Bed 4: Las Vegas
Now THIS is a bed!
But, I was only awake in here for about 40 minutes.
I also discovered that the Venetian is the first Vegas hotel
that is not overly sleazy and wanted to spend some time in.For example, I loved the 2nd floor...complete
with "outdoor" italian river walk.
An amazing place...but what a waste without my wife along.
I had a crazy-good dinner at B&B Ristorante, not only
because of the amazing food and wine, but becasue it was FREE! Thanks Gartner!
And finally, I can utter the sweet, sweet words,
"Pre-Check Status" whenever I fly. No more having to walk through the
x-ray camera thing where 360° panoramic naked photos of me are taken then
shared with someone in Washington, DC to check for bombs and guns (can't help
not flexing a bit a the camera swirls around me)
Bed 5: Raleigh
Comfort Suites is my go-to hotel because it gets me points
that my family could use, and it has a free breakfast. My 20 hours in RTP
consisted of arriving at 11:30pm from Vegas, waking at 6:30 for a customer
briefing, all-day demos at IBM, and flight to MSP at 7pm...arriving at home in
Rochester at 10:30pm.
Bed 6: South Minneapolis
The very next morning, we all woke and drove BACK to
Minneapolis. I rarely stay at the Sheraton because IBM doesn't offer discounts,
but since the State Gymnastics meet gave a discount, we stayed there. Good
place. It snowed like crazy the evening we drove up, and since it was another
small room we dropped the boys off at their cousins in Golden Valley, dropped
the girls off at the hotel, then went to our annual Fujiya sushi dinner and
"The New Standards" christmas concert. It was awesome! I simply love
sushi, and the band is always a treat to watch.
The next morning was the State Gymnastics Meet. It was
another awesome/sad meet where one girl got great scores and placed high (14th
overall for bars from 191 competitors), whereas the other girl struggled.
We actually stayed in a 7th bed in 9 days by sleeping in the
guest room of my wife's brother's house. A wonderfully restful end to a crazy
travel week.
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There ya go.
So tell me, is that 8 days of travel as glamorous and
attractive as the numbers portrayed?
This concert was a "Full Circle" type of experience.
Here's my ticket stub to the 11-27-2011 George Winston concert:
And here's my program to the very first George Winston concert I attended:
For both of them, Karyn sat by my side.
It's just for the first one, it was the very first date Karyn and I went on.
Nearly 25 years ago to the day, I asked Karyn out for a date. We met earlier in May '86, and in what will have to be a deliciously fun future post, we had a VERY interesting summer of music, Valley Fair, relationship-drama, church, 4th of July poster-making, midnight excursions, and...the "other" boyfriend.
At her madrigals and choir Christmas concert in the Ridgedale center court, I asked Karyn to the George Winston show. My logic was that even if she was not sure, she'd probably say yes to an expensive concert so it would at minimum get me one date :-) (just enough to let her experience my HinterMOJO)
Luckily she said yes, and in Dec 23, 1986, we went to Orchestra Hall and listened to George. I sat on her right, and I remember holding her hand for the first time and putting my arm around her (which, I quickly learned, is NOT a comfortable position for your arm to be in on its own...but when it's surrounding a creature like Karyn, it becomes totally worth it)
From that first date, to now...25 years later, we have traveled on a crazy-lovely-dramatic-musical adventure, and I wouldn't trade a second with this lady.
The music that George played at this latest concert brought us back to our early dating. Funny how music can be such a potent memory and emotional amplifier. I probably hadn't heard some of that music by Karyn's side since the last George Winston concert.
His playing is so clear, crisp, and dynamic. Sometimes he play loud and it sounds like a guitar amp in over drive. His pianissimo is so quiet, but has complete clarity. When he needs it even softer, he reaches into the Steinway 9' grand, mutes the strings with his palm, and continues to play... evoking images of scampering autumn creatures. Sometimes he'll pluck the individual strings for a sitar effect.
Simply amazing. His playing seems to reflect the life Karyn and I have formed:
Sometimes we're snoopy-dancing...
Sometimes we're curled up in a cold December night listening to the wind...
Sometimes we're exploring the forest...sometimes lost and a little scared...sometimes in awe at the life that surrounds us...
...and sometimes we're emerging from winter into spring...and enjoying every essence of life.
But always she fills my life with beauty, wonder, and love.
I've said it many times before, but to sum up, she simply adds the sparkle to my life.
If you have never heard George Winston's music, take it for a spin. December is my favorite album (probably because it was our favorite) but he's got a lot of great work.
Thanks George, for a great concert, and great memories.
At our girlies latest gymnastics event, I heard a lot of "good luck" messages read over the PA just before our girls meet. These are personal messages parents write to their little competitors, then some lady shouts them into the microphone (in a surprising monotone delivery) in hopes that the gymnasts hear a spark of support. I suppose it's to encourage the young ladies to do the best they can.
Some examples:
"Good luck, Sally. We love you. Mom and dad"
Or
"Brittany, you're a rock star! We know you'll do great. Grandpa"
Of course being a HINTER, I feel these messages should be more impacting...something to give these athletes real focus to give their routines something extra. Basically, to help them find their inner HINTERmojo.
Therefore, I give you:
HINTERgrams - 2011 Edition
First, I'd start off with the basics:
"Sally, Good luck! ...You'll need it. Dad"
Or
"Lucy, let's hope that star in the East can pull off another miracle. Love Dad"
Then, I'd add some loving truth:
"Sally, you're just not that good. Get used to disappointment. Love Dad"
Or
"Lucy, your dog just died. Just thought you should know. Good luck!"
Next, I'd add some positive motivational themes:
"Sally, if you ever want to see your hamster alive again, get a 9 on floor"
Or
"Lucy, remember how sad I was when Nanna died? If you don't place in the top 3 the wounds will open again. Love you. Dad"
Finally, I'd wrap it up with a personal touch:
"Sally, while I'm still sober, I want to say good luck. I love you...at least today I do"
Or
"Lucy, if it weren't for your 'competitive calling', I'd be whipping down the interstate in my Nissan Roadster. You'd better do well today. Love Dad"
Of course, it's not only the athletes that need motivation. It's the judges. First I'd start with the must-have-been-an-honest-mistake:
"Dear vault judge: did you write 6 while meaning 9, or are you taking out your lack of life-purpose on my 10 year old? "
Then I'd utilize peer-pressure:
"Dear beam judge: I just Googled it 5 minutes ago, and I can score better than you. Those toes were pointier than the hat you wear!"
Finally, I would compose a message hand-crafted utilizing the finest skills from my years of education, communication, writing experience:
"Dear floor judge: Bite Me"
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There you go. Use just a few of these HINTERgrams and you will become a better parent-spectator at any sport. Soon the crowd will cheer louder for you than the athletes...which, of course...is the goal of any parent.
02-13-2011: Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith Where: Orpheum, Minneapolis MN Went with: Wife
What’s your sweet spot?
You know, that thing you are really good at? The one place you perform at your absolute best? That passion in your life God has gifted you to excel at?
Sometimes it’s hard to find, so you try a lot of different things to see what works out.
But sometimes you find your sweet spot early on because it’s so obvious. Yet eventually those around you encourage you to ‘try something new’, or ‘stretch yourself’, or say ‘a broad set of skills is critical to maintain a long career’. Or, other priorities get in the way and you just stop doing what you were made for, and end up losing impact, satisfaction, and all around joy in life.
You see, I lost my sweet spot, and I used to wonder if I’d ever find it again.
And then I went to the Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith show with my wife. Mike and Amy were made to write songs and perform them on stage together. It was so amazing to watch. The comfort, intuition, and trust they have for each other is obvious.
While they’ve traveled many different paths in their musical lives, some being quite successful, when Mike and Amy get on the same stage and share the songs that define their career…
…they are definitely in their sweet spot. The concert itself was filled with hit songs, beautiful lyrics, rocking musicians, life stories, and obvious shared emotion when they talk about the impact each has had on the other’s life. I think they realize they found their sweet spot again, too.
Of course, it didn’t hurt that we were able to get 2nd row seats! And you know what?
…This show helped me find my sweet spot again.
My sweet spot is playing original music with my wife. We started when we were both 17, and while we are still deeply involved with music together, it’s just not the same as when we sing and play original music.
When we are playing and singing together to a receptive crowd, it is one of the best moments that we share. While I’m not much of a singer, our duets are quite effective. Maybe it’s my raw tones mixed with her perfect tones that blend into a real-world sound that all listeners can relate to. Maybe it’s the way that we can anticipate where we are going in a song based solely on a breath, a look, or a loving glance that makes the music so meaningful and powerful.
Or maybe it’s our comfort, intuition, and trust we have on stage that help communicate our love for each other…and our love for our Savior…which is what having a sweet spot is all about in the first place.
My hope? That I can readjust my priorities so we can use our sweet spot more. I need to write more songs with her as lead vocal. I’ve got one song written that I can’t wait to share…and I think there are some more that are on the tip of my fingers just waiting to come out.
Thank you, Mike and Amy, for helping me find my sweet spot again…and for reigniting a passion to create music with my wife.
01-29-2011: Marc Cohn Where: Burnsville Performing Art Center, Burnsville MN Went with: Myself
On January 29, 2011, I had a busy evening:
Walked in Memphis
Took a ride on a Silver Thunderbird
Wondered about Heaven
Walked through the world
Found 29 ways to make it to my lovers door
Said goodbye to my Mom when I was 6
Saw the Day of The Dead parade just after the levees broke
Met my True Companion, got married, lived, and died
…at least that’s what my emotions went through at the Marc Cohn concert.
Marc Cohn’s songs impact me like no other singer/songwriter. I don’t know why he isn’t more well known. If I were to name my top 5 songs, I think 2 or 3 would be Marc Cohn songs.
I wish I could write songs like his. His vocal range is a perfect match, and our piano/guitar styles are similar. Maybe I haven’t tried because when I’m sad and blue, and I’m trying to convey how I feel, I hear a Marc Cohn song and think, “Yep, that’s it exactly”, and then move on since I can’t improve on what he captured.
The almost-idiotic thing is that I nearly decided not to go. I had traveled SO much in 2010 and I had barely set foot in the house when the pre-sale email appeared. I hadn’t listened to his music much lately, and I didn’t know if he was still relevant in my life. But, I did buy them and ended up getting a first row seat.
It wasn’t perfect, though. I only got one ticket and not two. I do remember asking my wife if she wanted to go, but it was in December and the last thing she wanted was another commitment. I should have just bought two tickets as the night was a journey I wish we could have shared.
From the first chord, the music filled the theatre, and my heart. Even the placement of the instruments was perfect. Notice how the guitar amp was pointing directly at me? The combination of clean electric and piano on these songs was breathtaking.
He is very much a musicians musician. He talked about his songs, how they were inspired, and how blessed he feels to still be doing this after 20 years. His first album (with Walking in Memphis and most of his other hits) was written in a 3 month period after his hero, James Taylor, said in an interview that when he has writers block, he physically relocates to another part of the country. Marc then took a 2 week trip to Memphis, soaked in the culture, people, places, then three months later returned with 6 hits.
Finally…I love this shot:The players were so good and loved the music so much that many times they just turned to each other and let the music pour out…and since this was his last show before returning home, they played for nearly 3 hours.
I think at times they forgot we were even there…which is fine with me.
Thank you Marc, for giving me music that captures my adventurer’s heart so well. You’ve inspired me to get back to writing songs on piano again…
12-04-2010: The New Standards Where: The Fitzgerald Theater, St. Paul MN Went with: Wife, James, Lisa Times: 2nd
I should title this, “I Want You To Want Me” because after hearing it the way The New Standards performs this song, its been in the forefront of my mind ever since.
Watch and listen:
The big surprise is how it’s forcing me to reflect on friendships…and my lack of them. But more on that later.
The show, our 2nd time seeing them, was even better this time. We were in the 2nd balcony but I love these seats because I could soak in all the action, colors, and musicians all at once.
We even got to hear my favorite Suburbs song “Rattle My Bones” in a very cool style!
I went with the wife as well as our friends James and Lisa. Our evening started with an amazing dinner at Fuji-Ya complete with sushi, saki, weird mushrooms, and great conversation. The show was mesmerizing with special guests, and wonderful music.
Reflections on “I Want You to Want Me”: I’m starting to wonder if I’ve been shouting out these lyrics myself. Not for vanity (the motivation most people think is behind this song), but for validation…
…and protection
…and fear
Here’s what the song says… I want you to want me I need you to need me I’d love you to love me I’m begging you to beg me
Here’s what I hear:
I want you to want me, friend, but I’ll only respond 10% of the time. 90% of the time I’m quite happy alone or with my family. It’s that last 10% that hurts my heart. Will you wait around for me? I didn’t think so.
I need you to need me, church, so I can focus on ‘getting things done’ like being on stage, setup, teardown, tasks in general. That way I won’t have time to feel awkward and hear the deafening silence as I stand drinking my coffee and eating my sliced fruit waiting for someone to want to walk up and talk with me. Here’s my secret: It’s not dedication that makes me tune my guitar twice per morning…it’s to fill the time gap…to protect me from standing alone in the middle of a crowd with no one to talk to…and from fear that someone might actually want to walk up to me and talk.
I’d love you to love me as a close friend, but that scares the crap out of me. I am very uncomfortable making friendships…and keeping friendships alive (3 years on average…then something happens: moving away, drifting apart, …). If I could just magically make you love me as a close friend, that’d be great (impossible, I know).
I’m begging you to beg me to accomplish some task that you think only I can do. I may be too busy for it, but then you’ll say those five words I love to hear, “We need to clone you”. No emotional investment required, but still feel validated as a contributing member of the relationship…at a safe distance.
So…quite a night. Not a fun, happy trip to Margaritaville, but a memorable experience none the less. Maybe I’ll learn a thing or two.