There we were, in the middle of Palm Springs, when who do we see? Murray from the Mary Tyler Moore Show!!! Gavin MacCleod is his name. He was also on the Love Boat. There he was on the main drag in the main shopping district getting his own star put in on the sidewalk. How cool! He lives there now. He and I hugged real tight. He was nice. Richard liked him too. He said Mar… for me in that heavy accent of his. as in Mary…He asked us to keep Mary Tyler Moore in our prayers, as she is battling severe diabetes. Poor soul.
Dylan had just won the Nobel Prize for Literature the day before. How’d I ever end up this lucky? It was my friend Richard’s doing. Bless his heart. He got us the tickets. He got us the car. He got us the motel room. He got us to the bar… My buddy. I love you. Thank you.
Dylan opened with Rainy Day Women #12 and #35. Yee Haw! Somewhere along the way, we did get to feeling really good. It was such a blast being in the middle of a mob of people, all there to see Dylan and the Stones! Old people, young people…it was a rainbow festival of people. Beautiful young men were everywhere. I lucked out and ended up right next to a whole group of pretty boys. These guys were gorgeous. They were young and had beautiful, angelic faces and gorgeous bodies. I thought maybe the older guys that were with them were the movie directors or something. Ahem…
My feet gave out on me during the Stones segment of the show. I had trouble with my left shin all day for some reason. Don’t have the vaguest idea what I did to it, but it hurt. I ended up in the back by the bar. It wasn’t bad. Took my shoes off and massaged my poor feet. Some woman couldn’t stop laughing at me. A minute later I was up dancing and shaking my big ass in her direction. Toma, cabrona!. I shouldn’t be so volatile. Didn’t hurt anyone, and anyways she was the one that laughed at me!
Richard drove the whole way. We made good time, and lucked out with the food. We found a good Mexican restaurant in Quartzsite, and we also had two really good ones within walking distance from our motel. The shuttle to the show was across the street. Everything worked out beautifully.
I never dreamed I’d see the Rolling Stones. I missed them when they came to Tucson in ’78 with Etta James and Linda Ronstadt. Damn! But I lucked out and got to see them after all. They were wonderful. They play the fucking blues like nobody’s fucking business. They are bad ass motherfuckers. Long live the Rolling Stones!!
I wish my sister Becky could’ve seen the Stones. They have always been her favorite band. I called her the morning of the show and told her I was going to dance a number or two for her. She said, nah, just have a drink for me, ok? Ha ha ha. That’s my girl! Beckaroo! She taught me and Freddie so much, I can’t begin to tell you! I love her dearly.
Bob Dylan should be seen in smoky nightclubs instead of large outdoor venues. He’s so subtle, but such things do not make it to the people in the further reaches of the compound. You miss the nuances if you’re too far away. That sucked. I love Dylan. I was with him all the way, but I would have loved to have been up close so that I could cling to every word in awe of him and his magic. He himself has said the following, according to a Facebook post I read somewhere: “I can’t stand to play arenas, but I do play ’em, but I know that’s not where music’s supposed to be. It’s not meant to be heard in football stadiums. The best sound you can get is in an intimate club room, where you’ve got four walls and the sound just bounces”. Right on, Bob!
Richard’s list of the songs played.
Rock and roll feeds my soul. I was fed well this past weekend. God bless the Rolling Stones, and love live our Nobel prize winning folksinger, Blind Boy Grunt!!!!
