Monday, June 06, 2016
Thanks to Pete and David, plus post-celebration fugue
Almost every song Pete did - including two Kenny Rogers and one Roger Whittaker - was something that Mom and I actually listened to in the hospital in the last weeks of her life (actually he picked a different Roger Whittaker song from the one that Mom liked, doing "The Last Farewell" instead of "You Needed Me," but it was one *I* like better, and no one else was the wiser, so that was fine with me; I probably would have choked up at "You Needed Me," anyhow, and maybe didn't actually deserve it, because Mom HAD needed me, and while I don't want to exactly say I failed her, she isn't around anymore, so...). David did a couple of other things, like a reworking of "Going Down to Liverpool" into "Going Down to Maple Ridge," a cover of "Viva Las Vegas," and the newest addition to his small salute to David Bowie, "Kooks," which he'll be performing July 2nd as part of a full set of Bowie songs at Music Madhouse Records, out near Lougheed Mall. Then the two joined together for, among other songs, "Ob-La-Di Ob-La-da," which Mom and I listened to in the hospital more than once, on one of the mixes we had, and "Why Me Lord," which I told the crowd I'd been delighted to hear Mom singing along to when she and I and Erika went to see Kris Kristofferson, last time he was in town. Then they ended with "You Are My Sunshine," a rather loaded song for a few people concerned, which my parents had sung to me when I was sick in the hospital as a child, and which I sang in turn to Mom at her bedside several times, especially when I was really afraid for her. (My girl cried during that one, but I didn't; I've cried plenty enough with that song for the time being). I was glad the guys came down, and really enjoyed their songs, and our post-celebration meal at the Billy Miner Pub, one of the nicest places in Maple Ridge to have a meal and a beer.
So thanks to Erika and Linda and Peter, and Liz and Blake, and Pete and David and Ozzy, and to everyone in the building who turned up, especially Alice, even though they'll never actually read this. Even the drunk, who, if for nothin' else, made the day much more fun for Ozzy. It was a good celebration. I wish I'd been a better son.