Just a short post about stress in all its newer forms, including unnecessary stress when seeing Classic Rock Bands.
Lately my husband and I experience stress where there should be none. Each time we contemplate seeing a longtime favorite artist of Classic Rock, we do research to see if that particular artist has expressed their views on American politics.
Then, while we are at the show, each time the artist speaks to the audience there is a twinge of anxiety as we wonder if we might possibly be insulted with a crack about Trump or Republicans.
So, I’m happy to report that The Steve Miller Band and Peter Frampton Summer Tour is safe for people who go to concerts to hear great music, and not a bastardized church revival meeting where the artist preaches his or her political philosophy at the audience between songs.
The tour began last night at the Mann Center for the Performing Arts in Philadelphia, and I was lucky enough to be in the audience, sitting in a great balcony location.
Peter Frampton and Steve Miller are class acts.
Not once did they mention politics. The evening was enjoyable and completely free of stress.
And the music was out of this world. All of our old favorites were played by both bands.
Frampton was one of my idols when I was fifteen years old, and my sister and I played his album, Frampton Comes Alive, until it was scratched and crackling when the needle was dropped.
Last night he rocked the rafters of the The Mann Center with the same enthusiasm and talent as the live show in 1975 that we listened to every day on the album. All the old favorites, especially the hit song Do You Feel Like We Do sounded the same or better. The synthesizer was there, just like when I was a kid.
The bluesy, dreamy and rocking sound of Steve Miller.
Miller is a longtime favorite of mine, and he certainly didn’t disappoint last night. So many songs, played with passion and a fun attitude. We had a stress-free evening, listening to great songs from his albums Book of Dreams, Fly Like an Eagle, The Joker and Abracadabra.
Frampton joined Miller onstage for a few songs, including Mercury Blues, another favorite.
All in all it was a terrific evening, fa fun-filled escape from the division we see every day in America. Pro-America songs were performed by both bands, and the only preaching we were subjected to was that of a few “Christians” who were belting out their distinctly un-Christian philosophy at the people entering the Mann Center.
Concert-goers ignored them. Just like we ignore the rants and preaching of certain artists who have decided to write their own gospels, insert their preaching into their shows, and drive away half of their fanbase.
But last night made me happy, and gave me hope that not all Rockers are church preachers. For that I am grateful.
Shameless Self Promotion.
Cadáin’s Watch, the final installment of my dystopian trilogy, is getting good reviews. This eight year creative journey has taught me a lot about writing. My writing has improved, as some reviewers have said. You need not read books one and two to enjoy Cadáin’s Watch, so check out the sample and give it a try!
Here’s the latest review, from Daria Anne DiGiovanni.
In Cadáin’s Watch, her final installment in the Storms of Transformation Series, author Daniella Bova delivers a powerful rejoinder to the forces of control and oppression. Having read the first two books and followed her characters through their harrowing ordeals as little by little, their rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness are stripped away, I was thrilled to see them fight back against a soulless bureaucracy — with a little assistance from the warrior angel Cadáin, whose presence adds a welcome supernatural element to the story. Bova also introduces a new major character in the form of Michael Wallace, whose reunion and subsequent telepathic relationship with his son enhances the plot. Even the character of Michelle has grown up considerably in Cadáin’s Watch, at last demonstrating courage and resolve, rather than dissolving into tears over every outrage. As per the author’s style, I enjoyed reading the story from the perspectives of multiple characters and appreciated the fact that for some of the story’s evil-doers, actions do indeed have fatal consequences. Her descriptions of a godless, dystopian society that exists within the remnants of what was once the greatest country on earth — including horrific gulags, forced sterilizations of women over a certain age, and diabolical experiments on children, gave me chills. It also filled me with gratitude that real life seems to be imitating art as Americans, much like Jason, Michelle, Brad, Michael and others in Cadáin’s Watch, have finally said, “enough.” In the case of Bova’s book, that final stand takes place in the beautiful mountains of western North Carolina, where her descriptions of the natural scenery offer a welcome contrast to the tension infused throughout the novel. And while the future remains uncertain, the author leaves us with hope that all individuals with the will and desire to live free, as deemed by their Creator, will find a way as long as they look to him for guidance. Congratulations to Daniella Bova on another outstanding accomplishment!