I Was There: Kris Kristofferson

Sex on legs:



If anyone needed to "get a room" it was these two.  OMG, how sexy is this.

I saw Kris and Rita in Vancouver many moons ago.  Their chemistry was amazing, just like this video.  So sad it didn't last.

I Was There

Such a privilege to see this man live.  Saw him at Expo 86 in Vancouver.  Brother Ray has no equal.

I Was There: Moody Blues

Without a doubt the most boring concert I ever attended.  Zero stage presence, zero charisma, zero audience interaction.

Music was great.  Atmosphere was non-existent.  Saw them at the Pacific Coliseum in Vancouver B.C.  Mine, and I'm sure most everyone else's favourite MB song, Nights in White Satin (oh shit, it just occured to me that that could be interpreted as a hate crime)...

There I Was

Saw Simply Red in a small theatre venue in Vancouver a gazillion years ago. Great show very intimate, which suited the music.  Enjoy.

There I Was

Continuing (with your indulgence) a series of posts featuring artists I have seen live.  Tonight (and previously featured on the Table) British Jazz legends Cleo Laine and John Dankworth.  My mother was a big fan and this is the reason I was/am familiar with their music.  I saw them both in concert 3 or 4 times in the 80's.

Enjoy.

There I Was

Indulgence requested.

I have been thinking of doing a weekly music post featuring an artist or band I have seen live. I'm trying out the first one tonight.

Please feel free to tell me to stop if it gets too boring.

Herewith, the first of the series, The Springfields (featuring the incomparable, Miss Dusty Springfield).

As awful as this recording is, anyone who is a Dusty fan can still hear the potential in her voice.



Seeing her live was a fluke.  My mother had met a gentleman who worked for a British comedian and singer called Ken Dodd.  This gentleman asked my mother if she would like tickets to see the recording of one of Ken Dodd's shows and my mother accepted.

So there we were, mother and me, sitting in the theatre, waiting, waiting, and waiting. Then we see musicians setting up onstage and a fabulous blonde creature came swanning down the aisle.  She was unkempt, back combed hair every where, black eyeliner and laddered tights...Dusty!

But, OMG, when she opened her mouth and sang I was transposed.  From that moment I was a lifelong Dusty fan.



If you are not  a Dusty fan, I would encourage you to familiarize yourself with her music.  She was an incredible artist.