Last night [evidently this means on August 26, 2008] I went to Wolf Trap to see the Regeneration Tour 2008 (note that this website is for this year's tour). Playing were some very 1980s bands, in this order:
- Naked Eyes [known for ‘Promises, Promises’ and ‘Always Something There To Remind Me’),
- A Flock of Seagulls [‘I Ran (So Far Away)’, among others]
- ABC [‘When Smokey Sings’ (a great tribute to Smokey Robinson) and ‘Shoot That Poison Arrow’]
- Belinda Carlisle [known for bunches of hits on her own, and that was AFTER several years’ worth of hits with the Go Gos]
- Human League [‘Don’t You Want Me Baby’ and ‘Fascination’]
Interestingly, as much as I enjoyed being there at the concert, several times I noted that I had ‘zoned out’ and was thinking back to last [the previous] Summer when I went to see Hootie and the Blowfish (now, unfortunately, basically defunct since Darius Rucker left to pursue a solo career). They have a particular song, one of their hits, which contains a line that I love. After seeing that concert last year, that CD was my go-to CD for weeks and weeks. As I played that CD and paid more and more attention to the lyrics, one line, that one very short line in a single song, struck me as absolutely incredible. The sixth song is ‘I’m Goin’ Home’, and the line is:
“He’s no little boy,That is my son. That is Li'l D.
He’s my pride and joy”
When I first heard that line last year driving to (or from) work, I got a lump in my throat when I realized what I was thinking. I got home and immediately told Laura. She understood. To this day, every time I hear that line, I still get a small lump in my throat as I think of Li'l D. The CD is playing now while I type [back in August 2008], and my “pride and joy” is busy whining that his little sister keeps bothering him and taking his toys, asking me if "THIS song is still part of it" (whatever “it” is --- little kid talk ...), interrupting me to tell me that the triceratops that he happens to be holding right now has a swishing tail, and on and on. But he is MY pride and joy.
I kept zoning away from the concert that night, thinking back a year to the Hootie concert, and then to my pride and joy. It was just, well, cool. Made me smile as I enjoyed the retro music.
It is now getting late [in August 2008], and Laura is out getting her hair cut, or whatever fashion thingy that women do once a month to the tops of their heads. Li'l A, my lovely daughter of 2 years, keeps saying “I want my Mommy.” Nothing new there. I am holding her off so far by saying that she will be home soon, followed by a distraction. The distraction this time was “Go up and get your bottle. You still have some milk left in it.” “OK” says she. Then I smile and say “Can I please have a kiss?” Her reply? The typical Li'l A reply: a HUGE pucker. So I get a big kiss from my adorable 2 year old, she goes up and gets a drink of her milk and comes back downstairs to the basement. Li'l D, my pride and joy, is quietly (for a few seconds at least) playing with ... whatever ... and all is right with the world for just another few minutes.
I unfortunately don’t yet have a ‘theme’ song or a line for Li'l A. I may at some point. I have a very strong feeling that she, too, will become my other pride and joy. As soon as I understand more of what she is saying ...