At this point on Friday I’d already stumbled into ThrillerFest (which led to something cool; stay tuned), and found out that my stepdad was in a car accident in which he broke his shoulder, suffered a mild concussion, and one of his dogs was killed. And this all happened with an hour of each other.
Well, as if the evening wasn’t strange enough, I then walked across town to the Hammerstein Ballroom to see Brian Wilson (Beach Boys) in concert! Talk about a trippy night!
Through someoneAt this point on Friday I’d already stumbled into ThrillerFest (which led to something cool; stay tuned), and found out that my stepdad was in a car accident in which he broke his shoulder, suffered a mild concussion, and one of his dogs was killed. And this all happened with an hour of each other.
Well, as if the evening wasn’t strange enough, I then walked across town to the Hammerstein Ballroom to see Brian Wilson (Beach Boys) in concert! Talk about a trippy night!
Through someone I used to work with, I got tickets–for free–for a benefit concert Brian Wilson was putting on. So after having just received much bizarre news, I was there happily churning along to a slew of Beach Boys hits, with Brian Wilson singing about surfing, fun, love and piece. And it was great! But so weird!
And I bet you’ll be surprised at just how many great songs they have: [i]California Girls, Wouldn’t it be Nice, Good Vibrations, Sloop John B., Help Me Rhonda, Surfin USA, Surfin Safari, Surfer Girl[/i]. It was a really great show. Just a lot of fun … and one heckuva way to end a very freaky friday.
The End …
(Or was there just a little bit more to the story?)
Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2008/07/16 06:44
