I had just got home from the doctor’s office and was getting ready to go to Gastown to watch Adrienne and her band perform at the Guilt & Co pub. Holly was making a fuss, sensing that I was leaving her again, and I almost canceled my plans. When she looked at me, her eyes seemed to sadden, which made me feel guilty. Pets can do that to you – they’re like kids.
But I was feeling down and needed to take my mind off of my health issues for one night. Maybe the drive into the city will cheer me up. I’ll be driving through rush hour traffic, which has always been a thrill for me (he said sarcastically). So, I finished getting changed and grabbed a couple of Ensure shakes to drink along the way.
When I got into the car, I turned on the all-news channel to hear the traffic report. There are three routes that you can choose to get from Langley to downtown Vancouver, namely: Highway #1, Highway #99, or Highway #91. On this particular night, I heard that there was a five-car accident on the Alex Fraser Bridge, and traffic was at a standstill.
So, I decided to take the Massey Tunnel route. However, soon after passing the turnoff for Highway 91, the traffic began to slow down. Within a couple of minutes, both lanes became like a parking lot. But I had music on the radio, and that always calms me.
When I’m feeling down, I like to listen to country and western music. I also like blues, but when your heartaches or you’re feeling down or alone, misery loves company. It’s why depressed people drink alcohol – to drown their sorrows.
I also have a thumb drive filled with music that I can insert into the car’s USB port to play specific songs. My timing was great because the song playing was a tear-jerker by Vince Gill. I’ve always liked Vince’s songs – he writes from the heart.
It took over two hours to get to Gastown, and I was feeling excited about seeing Adrienne. It was almost like I was on a first date. I thought about getting some roses to send backstage before the show but feared that one of her bandmates might also be her boyfriend. Besides, our friendship was platonic.
Her band Fallow State was performing first, and then the second show had a jazz band. I was thankful because I would be getting to bed late that night, and I had a big day ahead of me in the States the next day.
I took several photos and video clips of the evening. I was sitting on a stool at the side of the stage and only got a partial view of the band performing. But I had Adrienne in my direct line of vision, so I was happy.
The pub was crowded – with standing room only. Most of the patrons were young – I was at least twice their age! Some appeared to be surprised that an old fart like me would be there – but most paid no attention to me. I sipped on my club soda and listened to the band play. And even though I had purchased their album, it was like hearing the songs for the first time.
I tried to shoot some video clips of the band performing, but as my readers know, I am the worst photographer – even though cell phone cameras are the easiest to use.
I saw a gal kneeling on the floor in front of the stage, taking photos from different angles. She seemed to be very talented, so after she had finished, I walked over to her table and asked her if she would shoot a video of the band for me. I told her that I was a friend of one of the band members.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she asked which band member I knew. When I told her it was Adrienne, she screamed: “She’s my best friend!”
So this kind, young lady shot one of the attached videos. You won’t have any difficulty knowing which video clip is the one that she took.
But the pub was getting noisy – people were talking and laughing while the band played! I couldn’t believe how rude they were – oblivious to the band performing. But many in the crowded place were enjoying the music and gave a loud ovation after each tune.
At one point, people were standing right in front of me – blocking my vision. I wanted to ask them to move out of the way, but there wasn’t any place else that they could stand – it was so crowded. I closed my eyes and shut out all of the noise from the patrons and listened to Adrienne singing.
I imagined a dark, empty nightclub. The bartender was counting cash at the bar, and a couple was on the dance floor, dancing slowly in a loving embrace, while my friend Adrienne, under a single spotlight, was singing a heart breaker on stage. At the end of my brief dream, I got up from the stool and left the pub. Adrienne was still singing, but I was getting exhausted and had an hour’s drive home.
So I never got a chance to say goodbye or tell her how her singing had touched me in a way she would never understand. Besides, I never say goodbye to people or pets I love – it sounds too final.
By the way, I never thought about my health issue once while in the pub!
And I was excited at the thought of going to Fairhaven, the next morning to meet with friends. (Music+Friends=Love)
Here’s a link to the video clips from the evening.
UPDATE – December 10th: My doctor called and told me that my appointment for the CT Scan is for January 11th. I’m still waiting to hear when I’ll be seeing Dr. Maharaj, the head and neck specialist.
And Santa Danny visited the children (young and old) at Surrey Honda, and later the same day, at a private function in a mansion in West Vancouver. Having children sitting on my knee, with excitement in their eyes as they try to tell me how good they’ve been all year long and what they want for Christmas.
One baby, just two months old, grabbed Santa’s finger, and she had such a firm grip! Most babies scream and cry when they see Santa, but this little girl was excited, and all smiles! When she looked up at me and began smiling – it was an image I’ll never forget.
My friend Robert met me for coffee yesterday. He recently got back from Mexico and brought me a Panama hat. I felt guilty getting such a handsome gift – but Robert has always been there for me. He’s a true friend.
Today’s tune from Danny’s library (purchased):