Musings
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By Alyce Wilson

I'm going to see Santana at the Tweeter Center in Camden tonight, and there couldn't be a more beautiful day for it: bright, sunny and warm. Perfect concert weather.

Accompanying me will be friend and fellow comic Stevie G. and his wife. He's a classic rock fan from way back and used to write feature artist segments for the radio show I ran in college. They were the first people I thought of when I found out about the concert.

I bought the tickets on the spur of the moment a couple months back. The radio station I always listen to, WMGK, was having a special promotion where if you logged onto their web site and you clicked on the link for Santana tickets, you could buy them through Ticketmaster a day earlier than the general public, with no extra charge.

When I found out, I immediately called Stevie G.'s house, called his cell phone and e-mailed him, to find out if he and his wife wanted to go. She got back to me first and said yes, get the tickets! We talked out what price range we were willing to pay, and I went online as we chatted and snagged us three.

Santana is one of the musicians I've wanted to see for a long time. But it seems like any time I've heard he was touring I either didn't have the money or it was bad timing.

I don't know quite what to expect from the concert -- I don't know what musicians are traveling with him -- but I know it's going to feature some great guitar work and I'm sure it will be a fantastic night.

I would have gone to this concert by myself if I had to, but it's good to have company. When I think about it, the last time I went to a company with somebody else was last summer, to the Area One concert featuring David Bowie and Moby. I've been to a few in between but always on my own. I'm not going to miss out on B.B. King or the Moody Blues just because no one else wants to go.

My dog, Una, seems to already sense I'm making plans to leave her alone tonight. She's not happy about it; she didn't approve of my jaunt into the city yesterday for the Hillary Clinton book signing. Already, she's been spoiled and forgets what it used to be like when I worked in an office and would leave for upwards of 10 hours, some days, while she was trapped at home.

Una doesn't seem to be into music. I used to have a cat named Ginger, who would press her ear against the radio when I was playing music and hanging out in my room. She loved it and would purr loudly. But Una seems disinterested unless I'm involved. If I'm playing guitar or singing, she gets really happy and interested. In general, though, she doesn't care about music.

I guess what I'm doing here is trying to make myself feel better for not being able to take Una along tonight. I'm having this picture now of Una, running through the aisles at the concert, licking strangers and sniffing the floor. Bad idea.

Well, I've already managed to finish up today's work, so now it's just a matter of waiting until it's time to go, getting even more psyched up. (Impossible!)

Other thoughts on Santana:

June 25, 2003 - Leave Your Light On

Copyright 2003 by Alyce Wilson

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