So, it's been a while since the Joe Satriani concert. (It went OFF by the way! He is sensational!) I was sitting next to a 15 year old boy, and you know, when I walk into one of these concerts I always think I am 17. It doesn't take long to realise who am I kidding? No, I am not 17 anymore. But rather than sit down and feel old, I turn to the 15 yr old and start chatting. He's giving me this look of 'oh my god, who is this woman talking to me?' while his Dad is beside him smiling at me, actually almost laughing because I AM talking to his son. So we chatted about music, guitars (he doesn't play), but he just 'likes this kinda music'. 'Me too', I say. 'Cool' he says. Yeah cool. You'd better believe it. I aint no 17 year old anymore, but I can still rock on. And rock on we did.
So... after the show, Stew and I are walking to our car through the backstreets of Enmore. And we stumble across a box on the kerb that was for rubbish pick up. It was full of old phones. Not terribly antique, but those ones where you have to stick your finger in the hole and spin the dial to ring the number. (see above photo of the phone!) I pick it up and dust it off and mention that the kids would love to play with this. (quietly, I wished we could hook it up to call people from this phone like the 'old days'). So I'm walking through the streets of Enmore with this phone. Stew and I are chatting about stuff, and he turns to me asks if I have my mobile phone. 'Sure' I say, and with that, I begin dialing a number on my newly aquired 'mobile' phone.
With that, we laughed!
So here's to good music, old phones, and 15 year old who thinks it's not so bad to rock on next to a thirty-something during a Satch concert.
PS: I'm heading off to Canberra tomorrow to teach for the weekend... more about that here.... ciao!