concerts
Posted by Sherry on August 30, 2010
Attending an outdoor concert was a first for our 16-year marriage. As Mothers/Fathers Day gifts, our local “kids” gave us tickets to see Garrison Keillor/Prairie Home Companion at the Portland Zoo on Saturday night. We joined the masses, hauling our chairs and blankets and picnics through the zoo to the open-air amphitheater, and got comfortable.
It was also John’s birthday.
Binoculars would have been useful, but we decided these “seats” were just fine. We remember what Garrison looks like.
But then he walked halfway up the hill through the crowd, and we didn’t have to use our imaginations after all.
It was a very fun show, and the people-watching was at its best. Near the end, Erin pulled out cupcakes, lit a match for John to wish on, and we whispered the “All Day Long” birthday song during Garrison’s 20-minute tale of Lake Wobegon.
A half a day later we were again loading ourselves and our concert gear into the car of our friends Bob and Peggy Hanson for yet another outdoor concert…our second in 16 years of marriage.
This one was held at the Edgefield McMenamins in Troutdale, an hour from home.
We trekked a long way across the parking lot we did not choose to stand in a long line with 6,000 other Bob Dylan concertgoers.
Did I mention the line was long? Yes, I think I did.
Once again we settled in to our chosen spot, here next to the Ankenys, Mark and Becky.
Becky and Peggy are die-hard Dylan fans. Becky took advantage of the wait time to show Mauri her iPhone’s collection of Dylan songs, pointing out her favorites.
Look familiar? We had plenty of time for more people watching. I figure in a public venue like this, everyone’s fair game. No doubt we were watched as well.
That’s why I’m careful to make sure any unsightly cracks and crevices are concealed.
Bob Dylan is 69 years old, but here he is touring the country, collecting a bazillion dollars from folk like us who are fans or just plain curious, even though he’s, shall we say, past his prime.
So, since Mauri and I are in the latter category (just plain curious), we were content to sit close and enjoy watching the fans zig and zag to the somewhat familiar tunes.
One could almost believe we sat beneath a silvery moon.





































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