I am sure I am shamelessly trying to recapture my youth – something I will most likely fail at miserably – but this morning I purchased tickets to see the B-52s at the House of Blues.
And really, when will I have another chance?
I know they have a new disk coming out later this month (warning: expect to see it as a Record of the Month), but I’m sure the concert will be filled with classics. I don’t mean “Love Shack”, “Roam” or “Rock Lobster” (overdone) classics – though I’m sure they will play them – but I’m hoping for “Planet Claire”, “Dance This Mess Around” “Legal Tender”, “Housework” and “Mesopotamia”.
If I don’t have sit through their song from the Flintstones movie, I’ll be ok.
But that did get me thinking – it’s their first disk in 16 years, though that was Good Stuff, their only disk I never got. No Ricky. No Cindy. No good.
Now Cindy is back. And I do love her and Kate’s harmonies. Fred is Fred and there’s not much you can do with that voice. But I do love the girls.
So, I do go on-line exactly at 10a to buy the tix. Only General Admission floor are available. No seats….standing/dancing only. The old man in me came out and thought ‘WTF’, but then I thought, really – who is going to sit at a B-52s concert?
g-d, I hope it doesn’t suck. I figure it will either be brilliant, or horrid. Probably no in-between.
Song by: the B-52s