![]() It finally felt safe to just get giddy about the whole thing. At our check-in at the Day’s Inn, just down the road from the Casino, it was clear that the concert still wasn’t cancelled. We got away at exactly the time we’d hoped to (3:00) and although it was a fairly wacky weather day, switching rapidly from sun to rain to hail to light snow and back, the drive went really well. Since I had to work the first part of the day, and since I have to use the web to do my work, that was trickier than you might think, but I managed. The night before the concert, there was no cancellation notice on the Casinorama website, and then I decided, I didn’t want any more news. “You should have been sending Roger Daltrey the hand sanitizer and vitamin D,” Jean not-that-helpfully pointed out. Having managed to keep both Jean and I free of not only flu but also colds and food poisoning and any other ailment that could possibly keep us bedridden, I was now gripped with the fear that Roger’s laryngitis would force a cancellation of the Orillia show. And if I’d been operating on fairly low-level neurosis before, it now kicked into high gear. This was so not what I was hoping to read before my show. Cleveland was the next day, 2 days before the Orillia concert (with a day of rest in between). And reports were generally rapturous, until… the Cleveland show.Ĭhicago, by all accounts, had been a huge triumph. The digital age has changed everything, hasn’t it? After each show there were not only written concert reports but lots of photos and quite a bit of video. I’d also been following the tour virtually since it began in late October. In the weeks leading up, H1N1 became the main focus of my fretting, and the difficulty of accessing the vaccine led me to shielding myself (and Jean) with an elixir of hand sanitizer and vitamin D, hoping that would keep the virus at bay. Wanting anything that I can’t 100% control always feel a bit dangerous to me, and my mind skittered over all the possible occurrences that could prevent me from attending (weather, illness, death, fire), until it seemed almost miraculous that I’d ever gotten myself to any concert anywhere. I’ve given up trying to figure out just what it is about Roger Daltrey, but let’s just say, I was really looking forward to this concert. Finally, I just want everybody to have a bloody good time! Roger Daltrey, 5 November 2009 (quote probably not exact, but you get the gist…) Neurotic ![]() Because it’s not like a guitar-you can’t just add new strings. Secondly, it’s to keep the vocal chords lubricated. Because singers with a fat ass… You don’t want that. First of all, it’s just to get off my ass. ![]() I wanted to start by explaining why I’m doing this. ![]()
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