So last night the hubs took me to a show - we went OUT - no kids, no diapers, no have-to-leave-because-it's-bathtime nonsense. I have to say that I often forget what this feels like - this sense of being an independent woman with opinions and preferences and a life beyond the caretaking. My husband however, doesn't forget this...he knows that I am still there - I'm just hidden beneath layers of propriety and duty and adoration for my children. And because he misses that me, he doesn't take me to the ballet or the opera or even the jazz bar or the Frank Sinatra Lounge. No, no...to reach me nowadays he has to pull out the big guns. And last night, we went to see
METALLICA!!!!
Throw your horns at me girls - I am by no means a fervent metal lover - as a matter of fact most 80s headbanging stuff sounds annoying and the same to me and I couldn't tell you a thing about those bands. But Metallica? They're different. I can tell you all about them...I've memorized the black album, and thanks to the very riveting (and awfully trite) VH1's Behind the Music which, back in 1999 was played what - twice a day? - I feel like I know these boys all too well. That, and something about their sound moves me. It's that guitar ja-dzgg-a, ja-dzgg-a that does something to me...I frickin love it, though I don't go around advertising it. Proper suburban housewives listen to Easy 101, right? Meh. Last night I banged my head. And stood in awe of a band so powerful, talented and passionate that I will no longer hide from it. Those boys worked HARD. They rocked my world. And S gets props for making me remember that side of me...it felt so good to feel young again and just be me.
Thanks S...and thank you, James.
