First concerts thread.A few of us at Google we're discussing Hammer's blog over email and it came to light that his was the first concert one of us attended. Other Googlers joined in as Billy Joel, Anthrax, Public Enemy, Milli Vanilli, Cypress Hill, Bon Jovi, Rush, and Yanni were mentioned. My response was the following:
Jeez, people. Three beautiful words.Quite a few bits of my Google code have been composed while they crooned in the background. I've half a mind to name my first-born Understanding's House Decorates He Them With Clove. Yes. Re-read those lyrics again.
Seals And Crofts.
If you didn't get the 70s, they confounded you. They were my first concert. I've been messed up ever since.
They looked like this.
A true story: Seals and Crofts insisted that they be given time after each concert to speak to interested fans about their Baha'i faith. Dash Crofts' wife's sister wrote a poem after viewing a documentary on abortion, which Jim Seals put to music. The result was an anti-abortion song called "Unborn Child" written from the view point of the fetus.
I listened to them every day. I know all of the lyrics and melodies off of their greatest hits album and I assert no lyrics in the history of commercial pop radio can match the florid exuberance of their single, "East of Ginger Trees" - to wit:
Go east of your dream and farm. Let peace and silence spin your yarn.
What harm can befall thee in yon wilderness of clove?
Go on east of ginger trees. Go soft and silent like the breeze.
With ease be off and wander in yon wilderness of clove.
Go on past the goldenrods, where fools and angels lose their odds.
And gods of our ancestors did immerse themselves in clove.
Go on toward the crimson shore, beyond this life of metaphors.
Where doors of understanding's house decorates he them with clove.
It ends with "lions roaring in the forests of knowledge and wisdom, and whales swimming in the oceans of life." Seriously. And I LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
Oddly, my parents wondered why I got interested in Dungeons & Dragons and role-playing. Huh.
I'm blowing thru the jasmine in your mind, I hope. (Dear Mom and Dad: kidding about the being-messed-up-by-them part.)
What was your first?