Showing posts with label michael bolton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label michael bolton. Show all posts

michael bolton likes velour.

thursday night, we went to see michael bolton.  yes, the one, the only...time, love and tenderness bolton.  you read that right.  and as corny and as cheesy and as i-know-you-are-kinda-snickering-to-yourself because you think you are big and bad and would never ever want to see him.  he was awesome, thank you very much.


Most of Bolton's recordings are original material; however, he has also written songs for such artists as Conway TwittyBarbra StreisandKissKenny RogersKenny G,Peabo Bryson and Patti LaBelle.[citation needed] Bolton's early songwriting collaborators included Doug James and Mark Mangold, and as his fame grew he began to cowrite with higher-profile writers such as BabyFaceDiane Warren, and Bob Dylan.[citation needed]
As a singer, he has performed with Plácido DomingoLuciano PavarottiJosé CarrerasTony CetinskiLucia AlibertiRenée FlemingZuccheroPatti LaBelleCéline DionRay CharlesPercy SledgeWynonna Judd, and BB King.[citation needed

did you know he started recording music in 1975?  did you know also that it is 2010?  that is 35 years of the musical styling of sir michael bolton.  that is some longevity.

enough with the actual facts.  let me tell you the actual facts of thursday night.

i assumed that we would be the only kids our age there.  wrong.
i assumed the majority of the crowd would be 50+ women.  right.
i did not assume that these 50+ women all thought he would pick them to take home.  right.

because after two velour blazers; aqua-ish green and black to be exact, and a shirt that was opened enough to show all his manly chest hair and then another change into the black polo.  suddenly something happened.

what was a group of ga-ga females of said age who were civilized - sitting in their appropriate places - suddenly a mosh pit happened, with roses being handed to michael at every turn.  ladies that had probably celebrated their 30th, maybe 50th wedding anniversary were dying at the touch of his hand.

requirement to be in the makeshift mosh pit:
white hair sprayed with aqua net.
comfortable hushpuppy like shoes.
sequins.

unfortunately, we did not qualify.

and as classic and as awesome and as you-can-sing-every-word the songs were.  michael was serious and intense even down to the back up singers and their dance moves.

yes, you read that right.  back up singers.  dance moves.
dance moves that were choreographed in 1975 when he first started recording, i do believe.

his voice though.  smooth tenor.  and just good.  great even.

what i will tell you...as much fun as i had watching from a far the old old ladies loving them some bolton.  we actually met him too.  touched him, talked to him.  because we are cool.  and we are secret wanna be in the mosh pit but are just too young kinda people.

the end.

go ahead, give yourself permission it's okay...sing it and sing it loud with your head thrown back...when love puts you through the fire, when love puts you through the test, nothing heals a broken heart like time, love and tenderness...


p.s.  since i have wikipedia'ed him to death this morning, i have also uncovered that he is about to be a grandfather.

just call me nancy drew.

ticketmaster alert.

lately, i feel like my head is a collection of mush.  brain has been replaced by mush.  i am hoping soon, we (the brain and i) get back together and decide to become reacquainted because i am starting to miss feeling halfway intelligent.

i also think when you spend most of your days with children less than five, this becomes a reality.  saying your ABC's and singing ridiculously silly songs "to make the baby smile" make you loose brain cells.

math, fuuuugetaboutit.

science, huh?

but twinkle, twinkle...i got that.  hand motions and all.

tonight, i got a ticketmaster alert that one of my favorites were coming to town.

"oh, could it be?  perhaps it is she and him, the national, OH RAY (ray lamontagne) i already knew about you, MICHAEL BOLTON?"  

after all, i AM nashville.  i AM in the know.

and 


I DO

get twitter updates and emails from US weekly.  let's be honest, the brain may be mush, but it's not for lack of trying.

back to the original story.

was there an original story?

an original point?

am i original?

i wanna be original.

unique maybe.

i go the email update from ticketmaster, saying 'check it out one of your favorites is coming to nashville.'  

it was 

the wiggles?  yes, the australian all male singing groups that wear the colorful shirts.
please don't make me name them, because i can.  don't try me.

i am a never married, without children, grown adult living in the fabulous city of nashville - with some awesomeness going on in the musical genre every night

and

i get an update that i need to hurry and get my tickets, BEFORE THEY ARE GONE, to the wiggles.

i digress.

one of the little fellas is even scared of them.

can't say i blame the guy.

my brain is mush and for that i am sorry,
jessica
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