Well, way back at the beginning of the year when I said that my goal for 2024 was to blog every single week for 52 weeks, a number of people laughed, sniggered and poo-hooed the notion, claiming that I was being a fool to myself and a burden to society.
And I should know, because I was most of those people.
But miracle of miracles – I did it!
Of course I’d be the first to concede that I didn’t do it with any great style, skill, class, intelligence or insight, and as a result most, if not all, of the blogs were sadly lacking in depth, substance, interest level, relevance, significance, originality and accuracy.
But hey, on the upside just about every blog did contain mostly recognisable and legitimate words strung together into almost coherent sentences, so let’s not nit-pick here.
I also kindly included some big, colourful pictures for those of you who found the words a bridge too far. (See example below.)
So I repeat, ‘I DID IT!’
And you know what? I’m kind of proud. Writing 52 blogs was one my Writing Goals and Dreams for the year. (I previously blogged in depth about these HERE.)
Overall I achieved 11 of my 26 Writing Goals and Dreams for 2024. I’m pretty happy with that considering there were quite a few wild dreams thrown in there.
And I’ve already come up with 24 new Writing Goals and Dreams for 2025.
Some of those goals and dreams involve the little guy below.
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The last two books I’ve read – a memoir and a biography – have centered around music and musicians. Both included lots of stories about concerts by various bands and artists.
It got me thinking about my own live concert experiences. Here are a few random thoughts:
First concert: The Monkees.
Can you believe it? I was in grade 8. I went with some school friends. One of their fathers was a policeman on crowd control. I have an image of the Monkees being on stage but I don’t have any clear recollection of any particular songs.
What I do remember is Micky Dolenz pretending to have a breakdown while singing some wild rock number, having to be led off stage, then breaking free from his handlers, charging back across stage, doing a somersault while simultaneously grabbing a microphone off the floor, before launching back into the song. (I think he was copying James Brown.) Rock ‘n Roll man!
I also remember jumping up and down on the tin seats of Festival Hall Brisbane waving streamers and yelling. It was quite a night.
The policeman dad even managed to get us some personally autographed photos. (It was a bit rainy that night and mine got a little wet.)
Loudest concert: Joe Cocker.
Saw Joe a few times in varying states of health and disrepair. But even when he needed a bucket on stage, he was still great. At one concert we were at the front near the speakers and before it started they handed out ear plugs. Whaaaaaat?
Most disappointing concert: Van Morrison.
Had high expectations because I love Van and I knew he’d done some great live stuff. But for this concert he stood near the back of the stage and rattled through the songs as if he couldn’t wait to get out of there. Which I think was the case.
Special mention also to Leon Russell. I think I dozed off at one point during his concert. He was not quite the Master of Space and Time for me that night. But in Leon’s defence I had played soccer that afternoon and I may have had one too many post match drinks.
Most uplifting concert: Bob Marley and the Wailers.
Might have had something to do with the enormous pall of smoke that engulfed the hall when the lights went down plus of course the great reggae music. By the end I was ready to get up, stand up and join the Rastafarians!!
Saddest missed opportunityconcert: The Travelling Wilburys.
Always wanted to see a Beatle live before I died and this was my chance to see George. Extra bonus – His Bobness, Tom, Roy and that other guy!
Then The Big O died and the proposed tour to Australia was canceled. Talk about the end of the line.
Best Dream-fulfilled concert: Paul McCartney.
Finally got to see a Beatle before I died! Well worth the wait.
Best smaller venue concert: Tom Waits.
At Mayne Hall University of Queensland. I remember that Tom was late getting on stage and someone called out, ‘Tom Waits and so do we!’ Talk about laugh.
When told by a critic his voice sounded like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smoke house for a few months and then taken outside and run over with a car, Tom said, “flattery will get you nowhere with me.”
Tom is not everyone’s cup of tea, but he is mine.
Most fun over the top concert: Bette Midler.
Queensland Police gave her a language warning. Didn’t stop her. Big Bad Bette =Brilliant.
Biggest hero moment concert: Bob Dylan.
I’ve seen Bob about five times over the years but the first concert was something special for a massive Dylan fan. Outstanding. Did one of his rare encores. When he finally reappeared he exclaimed, ‘I was half-way back to the hotel!’
Closest to the artist concert: Jimmy Webb.
My wife and I turned up at the concert by the legendary song-writer and discovered to our surprise that we were in the front row. We didn’t even have to reach out to touch the stage. Not only that we were positioned just a few metres from where Jimmy played his piano – looking straight at us. I have no recollection of buying those particular tickets.
At the end of the concert after a thundering rendition of MacArthur Park he walked to the front of the stage and my wife and I were the first people to shake his hand.
Luckiest break concert:Simon and Garfunkel.
Scored a last minute ticket when someone else was unable to go. Wonderful to see them together but I would have been happy with just Paul Simon who I think is one of the best singer song-writers of all time.
Honourable mention concerts: James Taylor, Jackson Browne, George Benson, Don Mclean.
And I’m sure there are others I’ll remember later.
Of course there are those people who would claim that the performances mentioned above pale into insignificance when compared to the Gone Fishin’ does The Dugongs Concert in Munich in 2010!
(Might be wise to give those people a wide berth!)
Michael Gerard Bauer Author 