Huey Lewis and 50 Shades of Grey

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Last night we attended a “Huey Lewis and the News” concert.  Huey’s still got it: the fantastic voice, the hair, the muscles and the jeans-friendly body.  

OK, I'm back.
At the entrance to the event was, in contrast to paragraph 1, my first real glimpse of myself as an old woman.  This occurred when we comingled with our fellow concert-goers-- the cast of “Cocoon”—in line at the door.
My daughter and I stood for a short time to have our tickets scanned, not by a tough bouncer searching for pot or explosive devices, but by an elderly woman who wouldn't hurt a fly.
In my seat, I lost myself again, youth recaptured, as Huey entered the stage to the heartbeat at the beginning of “Heart of Rock ‘n Roll.”  With the lights out in the darkened theatre, it was a magical night.  
Then they played “I Want a New Drug” and flashed the spotlights on the audience.  WHOA!!  50 shades of grey!!  I felt like I was standing in a cotton field.  We looked like the matinee audience of the very last “Peter, Paul and Mary” PBS-televised concert...or a retirement planning seminar.  The hairs on our heads shone like 500 silvery christmas bulbs.
And so it went.  Dark theatre-young again; Lights shining on the grey-fluffy dandelions …DOH!—old again.
Young.  Old. 
Young.  Old. 
It was maddening.
At some point half the audience rushed the stage and I was wondering what Huey was thinking.  There was something strange about a bunch of 50-80 year olds standing at your feet.  Was he cringing?  Was he glad he had all his hair?  Their gnarled hands stretched up to him like they were in a Charlton Heston blockbuster and Huey was God.
Maybe it was their time to go and they WERE reaching for God.
Ahh, but what a way to go.


Comments

Bagman and Butler said…
I want a new drug...when he first wrote he probably wasn't thinking of lipitor. Great post.
May 26, 2012 at 7:19 PM
Stacey Hatton said…
I love the dandelion pic image. Very funny. Sounds like you had a blast!
May 26, 2012 at 9:49 PM
Dawn@Lighten Up! said…
How fun! Wish my gray hairs and I were with you there!
Saw Huey in Cleveland when I was 17. Drove back in my Ford Ranger in the WORST SNOWSTORM EVER with my two friends in the car. We really should have stopped at a hotel, but we had no credit cards and no money. Lucky to be here, I am.
May 27, 2012 at 8:57 AM
ssaretsky said…
I'm jealous! Huey Lewis is awesome at any age...loved the visual I got with the gray hair in the light. We are getting older but we're still cool - unless you ask our kids!
May 29, 2012 at 12:03 AM
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