Sammy, Donny, Ozzy oh my!
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Mom, you fell asleep at a Black Sabbath concert,Ã¢â‚¬Â my dear progeny stated with exasperation is his voice. Ã¢â‚¬Å“How could you?Ã¢â‚¬Â asked many of my students when I admitted to them the faux pas in the rock-n-roll venue. Oh, I fell asleep during Pink Floyd too, and come to think of it, Spring Awakening, and every event I go to that commences at what should be my Ã¢â‚¬Å“tucky byÃ¢â‚¬Â time. I am old, well not as old as Ozzy, but why canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t he have started the concert at an early bird, not one full hour after the slated start time? Not that Ozzy wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t brilliant as he is as an entertainer. I thought to myself, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Why, why do I (we) spend enormous amounts of money to follow, or see, our favorite superstars live? I mean, I traipsed down to Cabo San Lucas, with a teenager in tow, on a wing and a prayer, that we might get a coveted spot at Sammy HagarÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Birthday Bash. The rock stars sound better on my iphone and I can see them better on youtube. Why do I (we) do it? Let me give you my hypothesis. We do it for the energy and camaraderie of fellow fans. The best part of the live rock and roll experience is loving the rock star along with everyone else who adores them; feeling their energy mixed with the rockstar of choice. The best part of Black Sabbath was seeing all the parents my age with their teenage offspring sharing the love of rock. Although I slept through a good portion of the concert, I still enjoyed every moment, I could still feel the energy. Ozzy is a fantastic entertainer, he rocks with the best of them, but he ainÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t no Sammy Hagar, or Donny Osmond. I never fell asleep at their concerts, (of course I went to a matinee).