As always, I didn’t know what the title of this post would be when I went to sleep last night. I did have many thoughts about this post, last night, though, including:
- How am I going to convey how great that Sting and Paul Simon concert was?
- What images am I going to show, since I didn’t get any good photos of the performers?
- How am I going to write a good-enough post, since I have to leave early this morning, to go to a group psychotherapy conference?
But I am settled and confident about the title for this post, because that song — out of all the ones I heard last night, including “The Boxer,” “Roxanne,” “Still Crazy After All These Years,” “Graceland,” “Bridge Over Troubled Waters,” “Every Breath You Take,” “Message in a Bottle,” “Fragile,” ” Englishman In New York,” “Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes,” “The Obvious Child,” “You Can Call Me Al,” “Dancing with the Dead,” “America,” “Every Little Thing She Does is Magic,” and MANY more — was playing in my head when I woke up this morning.
Sometimes I wonder — since I often have a song playing in my head — what the unconscious message of a song might be. Sometimes I wonder — Ann, why do you go to the unconscious, because it’s a great song, and … isn’t that enough?
Well, I am fascinated by the working of the human mind, and believe there are LOTS of interesting reasons, for every little thing.
And while “Walking on the Moon,” is a great song, it was not my favorite song from last night. So I can’t help but think, what ARE my associations, right now, with “Walking on the Moon” ?
- Needing support to breathe.
- Jumping higher.
- Seeing beauty.
Here are some photos I took, last night:
That’s Statia (pronounced “Stay-shi-a”). She was there with her sister, Stephanie:
Moments after I sat down, Statia told me she expected to cry, since she loved Sting so much, and had never seen him before. They were perfect people to sit next to: fun, engaging, joyous, friendly,and very nice. And get this — Statia’s birthday is the same as mine … Groundhog Day!
That’s a small portion of Sting’s band, on the left of the stage. Paul Simon’s band was on the right. They played together, for a good part of the night.
Throughout the concert, I would try to get a shot of Sting and Paul Simon, specifically so I could show you all, in this post. But a curious thing happened; no matter what the lighting, I could never get the headliners in focus. They were always … glowing. Like so:
Even though I might capture the faces of the rest of the musicians, Sting and Paul Simon were always … faceless, in my photos.
Which was weird, because without the phone, I could see them, every moment, as clear as day.
This is the best I could do with my iPhone, last night:
Every time I looked around, the audience was glowing, too:
I kept putting my phone away, to concentrate on the amazing-ness of every moment. But then, every once in a while, I’d take it out, in attempt to hold and capture the experience:
I wanted to communicate more, about last night, including how I got to sing out loud, even harmonizing with Statia on “Fragile,” but … I’ve got to run, to the conference.
Thanks to Statia, Stephanie, everybody glowing at the concert last night, and to you — of course! — for walking by here, today.