I took my best buddy from childhood to see one of his favorite bands last night. It was a general admission show and we got there early so we could score a good place. As it turns out, we were dead center, right on the barricade. Not bad for a couple of 54 year old guys in a room with about 2000 people!
The show was a ton of fun. The band was the Cult. They haven’t made much of a dent on the charts lately, but in the late 80’s and early 90’s they were selling out arenas and filling the radio with multiple hits. If you don’t remember them, I recommend checking them out, you’ll thank me later…
The lead singer has always had a strong influence from Native American culture. He plays a lot of rhythm instruments as he sings. Among his favorite is the tambourine. In tossing them in the air and occasionally dropping them, he wound up “giving” several of them to the audience. I happened to score one. Not a bad souvenir from a show!
The one I got was kicked out from the stage and clattered around through a few people. It made its way to the floor and that’s where I nabbed it. As I stood up with my prize I saw the face of the lady behind me who missed out on it. She was pretty bummed. I decided that she needed it more than I did, so I gave it to her. She was pretty pleased and the folks around let me know that they thought I did the right thing.
The Bible tells us that we need to give away what we need. I guess this fit that mold. Am I disappointed to not get a cool souvenir from a concert? Sure I am, but in helping make a great memory for a stranger I was able to…
—Rise Up!!
Minister Of Mocha 