Neil Young In Dallas

Screaming Man At Neil Young Concert

Yesterday I packed a picnic. Turkey sandwiches, chips, brownies and champagne. When Larry and I arrive at the Meyerson, we always sit at the same picnic spot, and watch people as we enjoy dinner. Last night was no exception. Well, perhaps one exception. A young man joined us. He was about 25 years old and in a wheelchair. He asked for a water. Funny. I had packed extra. I also made an extra sandwich. We fixed him up with a little take away dinner. After he left, Larry and I enjoyed the rest of our meal.

People were arriving. Excitement was in the air. Neil Young was  performing.
The house was sold out. Guests were a combination of all ages and I noticed families. Families!

The concert was not as I expected. Neil Young is not the shy introvert I thought he was. He posed, teased, rocked, shared, and his body language was the most interesting thing of all. While he played and sang, his body moved and molded, trying to become as much of  the music that he could. He succeeded. I was in awe.

His hands played the guitar, organ and piano. Talented hands that create and express his art. Hands that are as much art as his music is. Where was my sketch book?

I loved every moment of the evening. Sharing my dinner with a stranger, toasting Larry with champagne, watching people buy t shirts and the amazing Mr Young.

You cannot know how many times last night that I wished that I had my sketch book...I watched such talent, who was inspired, and in return inspired all of us in attendance in Dallas last evening.

*Note:
     Addition to my bucket list.
     Sketch Mr Young one day. (in his hat) and in person!

Love you,
Me