What I Manifested Because I Wanted Fun
You may have realized from reading my blog that I'm a long time fan of Rick Springfield. I bought my first Rick album (that's the media before CD's for those of you to young to know) in 1972 when I was a 14 year old high school sophomore. I was a fan of all those TV shows Universal use to do like 6 Million Dollar Man, Wonder Woman, The Hulk, etc. I'd catch him in episodes of those from time to time. I was already a General Hospital fan so when Rick showed up as Dr. Noah Drake I was there in front of the TV everyday. In 1983, I saw my first Rick concert at Reunion Arena in Dallas, Texas when I was a 24 year old single mother of a 5 year old. Rick helped me through the grief of my father's death in 1984 with his song My Father's Chair, written about his own father's death. I did manage to get myself to a movie theater a time or two, or three, okay maybe it was more like a dozen, when Hard to Hold was at the local movie house. In 1990 after two more children and a second divorce Rick helped again. Not with any particular song this time. Just from the music I loved playing in the background of my life while I was busy being a caregiver to grandparents, a mentally disabled uncle, and three kids. I lost track of him during those years from 1985 when my daughter was born until 2006 when I found a thriving Rick Springfield group of fans at Yahoo Groups. They let me know about the Sahara Snow, Karma, and Shock, Denial, Anger, Acceptance CD's I'd missed. They also led me to his web site at rickspringfield.com with it's list of tour dates. Since then I have seen 11 concerts. The last four have been in the past month. That included a Rick concert weekend July 24 and 25 at Tunica, MS and Hot Springs, AR sandwiched between a show at Concho, OK on July 10 and Billy Bob's Texas in my home town of Ft. Worth on August 1.
So if you are still with me, what's the point of this post? Well there are several if you'll bear with me a bit longer. One is to thank the man who's music has meant so much to me. Nothing gets me in a better mood than hearing those guitar riffs in Jessie's Girl. Or the foot steps at the beginning of Wasted. Or the opening chords of Ordinary Girl. Or to put on the lullabies from My Precious Little One for my granddaughters. Or... I could go on, but you get my meaning. Thank you, Rick, for the music, for the laughter, for the shear fun of being in the audience of your concerts, and for the memories of sharing those shows with other fans who love you as much as I do.
Oh and another reason for this blog, since Rick's birthday is August 23, Happy Birthday, Rick!
And the last reason is so I could post the interview from the Today Show which aired today.
