Wishing Upon A Star

July 22 – feeling old

I went to see "The Monkees" on this day back in 1967. Where does time go?

Does this mean I’m really a grownup if this major event of my life was thirty-two years ago?

Nah.

That was such a huge event for me. I was wildly in love with Davy Jones, and was of course going to marry him. It was such a blow later to discover that he was secretly married. It sort of amazes me that I was so enamored of him. He’s short. I’m tall. In real life, I’ve never found men who are shorter than me attractive. I feel like an Amazon, towering over them. Hate that.

Going to that concert was a bribe of sorts from my parents. We’d had to move to the Boston area from western Massachusetts that February. I was miserable. Leaving my best friend, my other friends, and my school. So the promise was that my friend Kathy could come to stay for the week and we’d both go the Monkees when they came to Boston Garden. The tickets were an astronomical $7.00.

We were frantic that day. We listened to them on the radio when they took over WBZ. We planned our outfits. We pored over magazines. We made ourselves as wired as it is possible to get without suing foreign substances. (We had just turned 13 and would never have considered foreign substances.)

My mother took a valium before we left. She took it too early. It had worn off before the Monkees came to the stage.

So for two hours we stood on our chairs and SCREAMED. They sang (at least I think they did, who could hear?), we screamed.

My mother sat with her fingers in her ears.

It’s a cherished memory.

Even now, there are days that I’ll throw some Monkees CDs. on the stereo and bop around while I clean or work on crafts. It’s still an uplifting kind of thing for me. I went out and got most of my old favorite albums on CD. Which explains why I have about a thousand CDs.

But I consider it to be money well spent. I love my music and have a need to have all sorts of it around me, so I indulge myself in making sure that if there’s one that I want I go out and get it.

Consequently Amazon.com can be a real disaster for me. Now I uderstand that Barnes and Noble.com is joining the bandwagon. Total wallet drain!

It’s a sickness.

But I don’t plan to find a twelve-step program to help me out here.

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