Cher—-Dressed to Kill Tour

I’ve been trying to decide what to write about the Cher concert on Saturday night–I don’t know how to even describe how amazing it was, but then I ran across an article on and realized I don’t have to write a damn thing. It’s all here–I completely agree with this assessment. It was wonderful, a little rough in places (it was opening night after all–and she’s not been on tour in 11 years!) but easily forgiven.

Cher is a force of nature–truly, and she also strikes me as a woman who not only knows who she is, but where she came from. She is humble and sincere and honest.  I was particularly struck by something she said in one of the many montages between set changes (the sets were fucking amazing–mind blowing). During a montage about her film career and her Oscar win, she said that she had never felt that she belonged in either the film industry or in the music industry and that winning the Oscar didn’t mean that she was suddenly somebody but that she was most certainly on her way.

It was clear listening to her talk between songs on Saturday night that she still has that sense, that she still, like all of us, is plagued with insecurities and doubts. She wondered out loud that she was surprised anyone was even in the audience. I find it comforting to know that Cher has the same nagging fears as I do, to know that as much as we cast about looking for the magic bullet that will finally allay our insecurities, we aren’t going to find it. We just, again, have to show up and do the work and trust that our audience will come.

And come they did. the place was packed full of people of all ages. I’m so grateful that we were fortunate enough to get tickets, that we have friends in the area who were willing to put up with us for a few days (thanks Paul and Jan!), and that going to the concert came with the added benefit of spending a few days in the sun and warmth.

Life is good–music makes it better. The wigs, outrageous costumes and mind-blowing sets, well they are all merely icing.


Lovefest (forewarned–gratitude alert)

Today I spent a lot of time in the car–two and a half hours to Seattle this morning. Only and hour and half (maybe less), to get home this afternoon. Lots of time to think. So, I did.

Tomorrow, The Little Woman and I are leaving for Phoenix (along, apparently, with all of the college kids in the whole universe–I did not realize it was going to be spring break when I booked these tickets back in the fall). We are going to see Cher at her first stop on the Dressed to Kill tour. I have loved Cher as long as I can remember–back to when I got my first record player in 6th grade and somehow go my hands on a “Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves” 45. Bliss.

I have wanted to see Cher forever. And now, thanks to my mindlessly flipping channels on the night when Dancing with the Stars had her on, we are going. I was minding my own business, just flip- flip- flippin, half an ear on the tv and half an eye on my Facebook feed when I heard Cher. I stopped flipping and watched–there she was,  talking about her music, and then I watched the rest of the show and ALL the couples had to dance to a Cher tune. Further bliss. i watched until the very end. And then I looked up her tour dates and bought tickets to her concert because, jesus, she’s my mother’s age and how much longer could she possibly have?

As I drove this morning, I turned off the Cher CD that has been blasting in my Jeep since before Christmas. When I bought Cher tickets, we got two (not just one, but TWO) CDs of her latest album, Dressed to Kill. I started playing one right away but since this was a surprise for TLW, I couldn’t let her know or give her her copy. (Because she’d be asking me why in god’s name I’d buy it on CD and not iTunes and why TWO copies?).

This morning though, I muted Cher and I turned on the Sirius Radio Spa Jazz channel–lovely new age-ish, flowly, soothing, happy instrumentals mostly that really do a nice job of keeping my road rage in check. Thus soothed, I pondered love. I pondered erotic love. Familial love. Kid love–I don’t think there is a more enevloping love than the love we have for our kids. Agape love–which makes room for those we don’t want to sleep with and to whom we are not related. (Agape has been co-opted by the christians, but really, it means love for our fellow man–like I said, everyone who falls outside of the realm of family and lovers). It’s a pure love (if you can believe Wikipedia).

I love my kids.  I love TLW. I love my parents. I love Cher. I love that Pat Benatar is opening for her! Life is full of love. I love school, I love the personal work I’m doing. I love the path my life is on. I love doing Haikus every morning. I love the writing I’m doing (even though most of it is for school), and the challenge of a blog every day (mostly). I love the written word and books and reading books. I love sharing what I read. Sharing my writing process.

I love that I have a writing community and people who support my work. People whose work I adore and applaud. I love the team of  folks who care for my mind and my body (it takes a village these days, truly), and my spirit (yeah, this last one, it’s new and still a little awkward for me–it will be a blog of it’s own at some point). I love that I have this adventure in grad school ahead of me and and then some.

I feel very fortunate–for all of this because, really, it’s so much. So much. A whole lot of love. Thank you. Sincerely.