A Concert To Remember

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I Can't Get No

I have a buddy named Mick
who loves to rock and roll.
He and the boys showed up
on July 4th in 2015.
I was flabbergasted -
enamored by their music,
dancing, and the
soulmanship of fellow
Stoners.
I smelled nothing but
rock 'n roll,
saw nothing but
rock 'n roll,
felt nothing but
all that intense, energetic
rock
'n
roll.
If it hadn't been
for the holiday fireworks
that owned that dark sky,
and the passion of the band
who owned that brilliant stage,
I would have thought
I was someplace
where music breathed
heavily through that night
in a world that could
only give me great
Satisfaction.

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Style/Type: Free verse

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Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser

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Comments

How perfectly...

satisfying this was. I loved all the allusions to the Rolling Stones. Indeed, they are a marvelous band, even yet, after forty some years of dancing across the stage and giving us his all. I once saw an interview of Mick's in a magazine, [maybe Playboy or some such]; and he was around twenty-five years old at the time. he was asked what his greatest fear was. His reply was; " To be prancing around on stage, singing I can't get no satisfaction, at forty". Ha! If he only knew. A great poem and look at an icon. Nice job. ~ Geezer.
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Hi, Geezer

It was truly the most memorable concert for me - big reason due to their stamina and energy at their age. Quite the icons, indeed!
Thank you!
L

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Hi, deann.

Sorry, not 100% certain of your meaning...
Thanks for visiting,
Lavender

Hi, Teddy

Love the Beatles, too. Saw Paul McCartney a couple times. What a treat! I always wished I had seen Queen, but never did.
Thank you, Teddy!
L

Hi Lavender, your poem also

Hi Lavender, your poem also brought lovely memories to me. Others have said more or less the same, so I'll not repeat. I'm also a fan of Queen, Freddie's band came to Buenos Aires under one of our many dictatorships. The horrible military wanted to show us that they were "open minded"...indeed, over the years about 30.000 people "disappeared". It all ended with the Malvinas/Faulklands war in 1982.
Your poem has gotten me thinking, always a good sign. Bring on more, best, Gracy

Hi, Gracy

I remember seeing an interview or documentary on Queen's Buenos Aires concert - they stated they really felt loved by the fans there. Very much a controversy at the time. Just popped up a You Tube video of that concert - wish I had been able to see this extraordinary band. Probably another poem, be it sad, in the making. Meanwhile, thank you for reading.
xoxo
L