As a boy, in a relatively small town, in WV, I used to search magazines at the local newsstand for pictures of the group hanging out in New York. I used to sit and try to dream up ways to get to the city to worm my way into to CBGB's or Andy Warhol's The Factory to become a part of the scene. Life happened, as it does, and I never made it to NY or to a Blondie concert.
When I go back and look at the old pictures I cut out and saved, I can only imagine what it would have been like at that time. Rock-n-Roll history was being made and I wonder if I would have realized it? Did the people in the crowd have any idea? Chances are I would have just been caught up in the moment, as I always am, and the next day the show would have been just a great memory.
That being said, I know Wednesday night will come and go. By Thursday morning, it will all seemed to have happened too fast. But, until then, I know that I will toss and turn and not be able to sleep tonight. I know that I will be nervous, excited and feel dizzy for most of the day Wednesday. I know that I will listen to the band with rapt attention from the first note, to the very last encore. Having seats in the front row, center, I know that if Debbie's eyes catch mine during the show I will go crazy. Chances are I will embarrass William once or twice as well by dancing, screaming and possibly becoming emotional when they play one of my faves live.
I know that I missed the opportunity to witness Blondie making history, but tomorrow evening will be one of the biggest nights in my history. And I will cherish every moment of it.
Thanks William for making it happen.
