Dream on…
While it must seem that my husband is a favorite muse for my writing, I must confess he makes it so darn easy. His sweetness and foibles are just too good to ignore as I consider the best parts of my days, nights, weeks, months, and years together with him.
He knows that I’ve been an Aerosmith fan since the 1970’s. He also knows that Dream On is one of my all-time favorite songs. While I wouldn’t define my husband as a Rock ‘N Roll fan—his tastes run toward Jazz and Classical—he is very tolerant of many genres of music. Imagine my delight when he produced two tickets to the sold out Aerosmith concert in Minneapolis last weekend. We had a great night, made even better because:
- We were in the geezer section of the Target Center which meant we didn’t have to stand and gyrate for the entire concert.
2. Most of the grey-hairs near me were sipping water or pop so, unlike my last Aerosmith concert experience, I wasn’t marinated in beer as the drunks flailed their arms in wild abandon.
As Steven Tyler performed his trademark screeches—the kind that bring both goose bumps and awe—I gazed at my husband. On the ride home I had a fabulous idea, so I shared it.
“Hey, lover, I have a fabulous idea. If I gave you a quarter, would you do a Steven Tyler-style screech during a church choir song?”
My husband pursed his lips and ignored me. Apparently driving was suddenly his main focus.
“No really. I’m talking a quarter, a mere twenty-five cents, to bring the church to attention. You’d be a rock star, baby.”
No answer. No eye contact.
“AmAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZING G-r-r-r-r-ace, how sweet the sound…” I head banged for a bit. Nothing.
“You could put some scarves around a Mr. Microphone and let loose. It would be so cool nobody would even notice you weren’t singing the right words.”
He leaned forward and turned up the radio. To eleven. It was the best part of my day.
