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it's almost exactly five years since i last saw the cure. my husband and i had only been dating a few weeks when he got us the tickets, as if i wasn't already head over heels for him.
we saw them at red rocks, the night after the full moon, clear overhead but a fantastic thunderstorm in the distance behind the stage.
it was the third time i'd seen them, heard a lot of standards but there were quite a few surprises, but nothing like the third encore...all boys don't cry. never thought i'd hear 'killing an arab' live (wiki for those unfamiliar with the song).
the air, the music, the company, the setting. pure bliss. it is a night i will always remember.
any fans interested in the set list, here it is.
NYC_SKP
(68,644 posts)French Quarter, wandering around one evening, first time there. A block off Bourbon street we hear some jazz, very faintly, coming through an alley.
Following the sound, we discover a quaint little club where Marlon Jordan is playing with a little trio.
A perfect little gem of a club, and fantastic music.
Magical.
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)i visited my great-grandmother down there when i was eleven, but i wasn't old enough to appreciate it or really remember a whole lot. but it was the first time i ever had popeye's.
applegrove
(118,793 posts)Cause my perfect moment was looking out over the diked farmland of the Acadian land in Nova Scotia.I was with my aunt. It was the place that the Acadians got expelled from in the late 1700s to NOLA where they became cadjuns. Such a sad story. Such a beautiful view. Made me daydream about being a farmer for the next week or month.My aunt used to take me on lots of historical day trips. She's not well and I miss her. But we have all of those great memories.
NYC_SKP
(68,644 posts)Your Nova Scotia moment sounds beautiful!
Behind the Aegis
(53,989 posts)I heard Cajun accents (never heard anyone actually speak Cajun) and creole French a bit when I lived there.
hunter
(38,328 posts)It was cold, maybe below freezing, we were wearing heavy jackets, but the sun was warm and we were out of the wind, shoulder to shoulder.
My heaven.
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)shireen
(8,333 posts)at Assateague Island, close to dusk, clear skies, cool crisp April evening ... I heard a thundering sound. Looked up. No clouds, no lightning. Then I turned around. Running towards me was a herd of about 30 wild ponies. Instead of getting out of their way, I stood still and watched them run directly towards me. I knew they would not hurt me. About 20-30 feet away (don't remember exactly, i was stunned by what was happening), the herd neatly broke into two separate groups and ran around me. For a while, i was inside a running herd of wild horses. It was utterly exhilarating.
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)what a wonderful memory
Loryn
(945 posts)Arugula Latte
(50,566 posts)Very clever!
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)love it
grahamhgreen
(15,741 posts)Perfect show. Amazing night.
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)red rocks is such a great venue
grahamhgreen
(15,741 posts)NBachers
(17,142 posts)I was glowing in my heart, and it was a clear night. In the middle of the span, there was a point: a crescent moon was up in the sky riding along with my car; the waters of San Francisco Bay were calm; the City was all lit up; and for just an instant, with the moon shining through the cables of the bridge, reflecting off the water, there was this one trancendant moment where the geometry of it all lined up so perfectly that it unlocked something that connected in a way that it's forever imprinted in my spirit.
Like Bob Seger says: "Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul."
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)thank you so much for sharing that
Art_from_Ark
(27,247 posts)Riding in the bus on an elevated expressway (about 2 or 3 stories above ground level), just before sunset. The bus passed over a major thoroughfare below and the street and all of its buildings were bathed in the most awesome golden glow I have ever seen.
Lobo27
(753 posts)When we were there we went to the forest where the monarch butterflies migrate to. The Monarchs were there, and it was just a majestic sight to behold. And by seeing how happy she was, I knew that she would be a keeper.
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)very cool that you got to experience that
olddots
(10,237 posts)A girl accepted my offer to slow dance ,the Lettermen sang " when I fall in love " our hands were sweating ,her hair smelled like baby shampoo ---for a moment it was just us in the world.
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)Dragonbreathp9d
(2,542 posts)Only moments after he had been born
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)YeahSureRight
(205 posts)ahhh what great memories....crossing the Shit River Bridge for the first time is something I will never forget!
and yes ALL the memories are NSFW or fit to post on DU!
If you have been you will agree!
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)Tuesday Afternoon
(56,912 posts)Last edited Sun May 19, 2013, 12:45 PM - Edit history (1)
stopped once on the middle of a very remote bridge in Kentucky while the blue moon was reflected
in the river very far down below.
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)Tuesday Afternoon
(56,912 posts)Bertha Venation
(21,484 posts)1993-2000 I sang with the South Coast Chorale.* Those years were among the best in my life, and I'm only just learning to enjoy the memories, instead of pining for those days to return.
I loved almost every show we did, but two stand out: "A Growing Up Story" and "OUT!"
I've just realized that there's really no way I can describe these shows to you that would make any sense. Although I can tell you that "OUT!" was a commissioned work; all of the songs were taken from the singers' own coming out stories.
Besides the life I've made with Mrs. V., those years were the best times in my life.
Oh yeah, another was when we did a cabaret and I sang, with friends Connie and Jill, "Regretting What I Said," by Christine Lavin. I LOVE getting laughs!
* If you go to their website, you'll find no trace of what the group was like back then. They're a show choir now.
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)hope you're well
Flaxbee
(13,661 posts)wish I could hear you.
Bertha Venation
(21,484 posts)I've lost the gift, though. But that doesn't diminish the memories.
ConcernedCanuk
(13,509 posts).
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Sadly, the marriage didn't last, but I do not regret marrying my wife, nor most of my time with her.
THAT day was one of the best in my life,
I was in heaven.
CC
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)i barely remember our ceremony, but my husband told me later that i looked small because my smile was so big.
we did throw one helluva party, tho
ConcernedCanuk
(13,509 posts).
.
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We had rented a bunch of rooms in a motel that had a swimming pool indoors.
I had no bathing suit, so borrowed the bottom half of a girl's bikini for the event.
(it was a spare - I didn't leave no girl with a naked bottom)
And I do remember the ceremony vividly.
(sigh)
CC
winter is coming
(11,785 posts)Riding with my siblings and cousins in the back of my uncle's pickup down a tree-lined country road in June, with the grass and the trees full of fragrant greenness. It was like I couldn't inhale enough of it. The weather was perfect -- sunny but not hot -- and we were all enjoying each other and life.
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)i've only ridden in the back of a pickup once and it was through town, nothing as wonderful as your experience sounds.
murielm99
(30,764 posts)who was about five, reading "Tooth-Gnasher Superflash" to his little sister, who was three. They were so beautiful, sitting there.
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)Aristus
(66,462 posts)I signed out of my Army unit on terminal leave (taking leave until your enlistment is up), and travelled to Dover, Delaware to obtain a space-available Air Force flight to Europe for a nice, long vacation, jaunting around some of the countries I had got to know during my overseas tour.
I was eager to see England again, and to visit France.
I waited two days in Dover for a free military flight with no luck, then gave up, and went next door to the commercial airline terminal and booked a flight to Heathrow.
It was an early-morning flight. The 747 was only at about 25% capacity. I had a row to myself.
I got a pillow and blanket, stowed the arm-rests of the seats in my row, curled up, and went to sleep.
When I woke up, I was in London.
That wonderful dreamlike flight to England was only the beginning of my adventures in Europe. But I'll never forget it. I was on my own, free of the strictures of military life, following my own schedule, and without any real plan in mind. I have rarely felt that free, before or since.
It was like getting out of school on the last day of the school year in 3rd or 4th Grade. You race home, light-hearted, excited, flushed, and overwhelmed by the prospect of months of play, and school-free sunshine.
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)i spent a week alone in scotland and london back in college and i fully understand that freedom. there is little like it.
olddots
(10,237 posts)I went skiing in 1970 and shared the chair lift with a kid around 13 ,he pulled out a joint and lit it , I figured how strong could it be and had a big toke then we got off the chair lift . He skied away but I was completely zoned out and had a beautiful time looking at the scenery for a change instead of racing down the hill , at the bottom I was hungry so I went to the snack bar which was jammed with beautiful women and they were all looking at me ----wow what a day .later I realized I had a huge frozen booger in my mustache .
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)You sound like you had a good time, and I hope are laughing too.
AllenVanAllen
(3,134 posts)This memory brings me great joy to recall. It was of a summer storm moving across the Mexican desert. We were traveling south and the sun was very close to setting. I could see the slow moving storm front, from the back station wagon window. We were traveling the same direction as the imposing giant and it had a tail trailing far back as I could see. Even though I couldn't hear the thunder I could see lightning dancing in and out of the clouds, like bright fingers gently caressing the sky. "Dad, how far away is it from us?" I asked " About a hundred miles or so.." he assuredly replied... I marveled. I could see and almost feel it's great power, it was as if the very hand of god was scouring the desert floor mixing dust and rain, reds, browns, blues and purples mixing and blending in the most magnificent display I had ever seen. In it's ominous beauty light and dark played off it's form.
It brought tears to my eyes to take it in all at once. It was far too beautiful to fear. I can still see it when I close my eyes. This storm lives within me now. I will forever be grateful to witness such beauty and have it touch my soul so deeply. It's profound beauty left me changed...for all time.
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)what an incredible thing to have witnessed
Loryn
(945 posts)met in San Francisco for a short holiday. My sister is a half sibling, 10 years my senior. We didn't grow up together, and didn't really know each other. We had dinner at Alioto's. They were having the seared Ahi. Which I would never have tried without her encouragement
It was the best, happiest meal I've ever had. My sister is now my real sister, and I don't know what I would do without her.
fizzgig
(24,146 posts)having a sister is a lovely thing.