The 24th of July is usually filled with, well, the usual. There's a big parade up in Salt Lake, family gatherings of some type in the evening, and then fireworks at night. However, yesterday was my favorite Pioneer Day to date, thanks to five old British men.
While enjoying the cool weather and "rides" up at Snowbird with my family, I received a text from a cello buddy of mine inviting me to attend the Herman's Hermits concert out at Usana with her and her family. Herman's Hermits? Oh yeah, the guys that sing Henry the 8th or something. Sure, why not.
Last night I was reminded of how much I love live concerts. I'm not sure why I do, but I do. Perhaps it's because I've only really gone to two in my life. At both, my presence brought the average age of the audience down by about 30 years. Just kidding, but seriously, there were a lot of old people rocking out to Kansas, and Hermie's band.
To make a long story short, I'm very grateful for the British invasion. Think of all the good bands that have come over and rocked the American continent harder then we could have done on our own. I mean, you've got The Beatles, The Bee Gees, The Rolling Stones, The Who, Elton John, The Cure, Depeche Mode, Coldplay...the list goes on and on...and of course, Herman's Hermits. I believe our playlists would be much shorter without them.
So yes, that's how my 24th of July holiday night was spent-- blowing my eardrums out for a bunch of hilarious 60 year old men who had killer-sweet accents, and who knew how to rock and roll.
25 comments:
That is super sweet!
Rocking out with old men I've yet to experience, but it sounds like you had a good time.
Let us see if your hypothesis comes true... Bueheheheh!
Oh! And I forgot to mention: Let us not forget Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Elton John, David Bowie, George Michael and of course, The Spice Girls... what would we do without them?
...Herman's Hermits???...I shall have to look into this.
Rocking out with old men is the only way to go I've decided. As to my experiment, I got sick of waiting for the reaction to happen myself, so I added a catalyst of sorts to the mix. If the end result it what we predicted, it may be because of my action, not because of the original process itself.
Herman's Hermits is kind of hard to say, so I call them the Hermies. I've discovered from my brief researching that they are well known for singing other peoples songs. They didn't even write Henry the VIII!
P.S. Word verification is gone. Gone! G-O-N-E Gone!
Yay for word verification!
We hates it.
Elvis Costello, Cat Stevens, Sting, The Birds, Cream
and this week's favorite: up-and-coming Corinne Bailey Rae.
We're a bunch of Anglophiles.
I don't know about you, but I always fail the word verification. You'd think I know my letters but apparently now.
I've inquired t omy papa as to whether he knew these dudes, and he burst out in song...something about marrying the woman next door, she's been married seven times before...quite amusing to see him sing in a high pitched tone...
I'm Henry the eighth I am
Henry the eighth I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door
She's been married seven times before
And every one was an Henry (Henry)
She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry
Henry the eighth I am
It seemed to me that the word verifications were getting more and more difficult to complete. It was a happy day if I got one right the first time.
Corinne Bailey Rae was at the very bottom of the list of British Invaders I was looking at the other day. Must be the new kid on the block.
It's nearly impossible to say the words "Henry the VIII" with out bursting into song. Twas the highlight of the concert actually. I've never spelled Henry at the top of my lungs that many times before.
And you get to leave off the "H" and sound all Cockney. What's not to like about that.
Re: Ms. Bailey Rae. She's the hot new thang. And she should be. She's got chops, cat.
oh the shame...I can't believe this. On my last comment I meant to put apparently noT with a T not a W wow.... maybe this is why I keep failing the stupid word verification.
Michelle,
Sheesh, messing up your letters.
You're such a dimwib.
Plus, due to some unfortunate oversight. I am now dubbed "melissablog."
Argh.
Okay Britt, hate to ruin your hypothesis and everything, but if you disregard this comment, then YOU WERE RIGHT!!!
Wahoo!!
music is good live, isn't it? There's something in the atmosphere. It's like... live...
Live is the real test. I've been lukewarm about some artists but fell in love with a live performance. On the other hand, I've been disappointed when a band/artist just didn't live up to the billing. You can't fake greatness live (see also: Ashlee Simpson, Milli Vanilli)
So I was watching a Beatles documentary a few weeks ago, and they had some footage of a reporter going around to different girls at one of their concerts and asking them what band was their favorite and if they thought the Beatles would die out soon. Most of the girls and one boy said they thought the Beatles were the greatest, and that they were their favorite band. However, there was a ten year old little girl who said that she had another band which was her favorite. And you know what she said? Herman's Hermits! I was delighted to say the least.
Yay!
Write a new blog. Please.
I
NEED
MORE
BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy crap you have only blogged twice since the 24th of July!
U R so mean!
i read your blog so get bloggin.
I think that you are a fantastic writer, and that the more you write, the more I fall in love with you.
Come over this Saturday to eat soup.
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