My friend Sue and I went to see a tribute show at the Eastbourne Bandstand last night.  U2 look-alikes graced the stage.  They didn’t grace my heart.

I don’t know their music.  Perhaps I lived in a cave in the 80’s.  I can’t remember.  “Bono” had lots of energy and a fine voice but I couldn’t understand most of the words.  The unfamiliar melodies were okay.

So … I had bought a ticket on the chance that a new and exciting musical experience would come my way.  That didn’t happen.  So how would I create a groovy evening?

I enjoy talking to Sue.  Her life is imbued with Spirit.  But the volume of the music meant that mostly I couldn’t hear her words either.

So what was left?  People-watching!  Of course.  We sat near the bar and there was a virtually constant stream of men coming and going.  Some flowed along but most were solid – stiff jaw and all that.  I wondered what their lives were like.

And then there were the U2 lovers.  Three women across from us knew the words and danced in their seats.  Later they were in front of the stage.  Their joy in the music was marvelous to see.

Across the way was a mom, a dad and a maybe ten-year-old son.  They danced and hugged and laughed.  Mom is in the photo, wearing pink.  You also see two crutches waving in the air.  That guy was having fun too!

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A fine time was had by all … even me

It’s a matter of creating happiness