Cambridge, they’re coming for ya!

Happy Thursday!!  I feel a weekend coming on…

Before I launch into the blog, I have to give a short update on my son.  After “suggesting” that he remove himself from my vehicle yesterday in order to go to school (No really, I told him to get out of the car, otherwise I think we’d still be sitting there in the parking lot), he made it through the first day without incident.  Of course, the real test will be today…and the next 179 school days or so…  😉  You’d think I was back to taking my kindergartener for the first day of school. (for my readers who live outside of the US – it’s our first “real” year of school here for the public school system.  Prior to that is preschool, or nursery school as some call it.  Kids in the US are typically about 5 when they go to kindergarten.)  I feel a little silly, but at least I care.  He’ll be fine!

So tonight is the Cambridge show.  I know people who are already in the line, or queue (I love that word for Scrabble!) to get in to the show.  I can’t wait to hear how it went and what was played.  It’s the first night of three shows, and as much as I’m curious about tonight, honestly I’ll be more curious about the 3rd show since this will truly be a real trial for Simon.  He’ll know exactly what to expect while he’s on tour, and I’m hoping it will be an accurate indicator of his vocal chord health.  

I read a short article on Simon just this morning, thanks to Amanda who shared with me.  Here is the link for the rest of you: Simon .  In the article, Simon says his voice is back on form but the experience as a whole was “demoralizing”. (apologies for the US spelling…)  This wasn’t really a surprise to me, as from the beginning (meaning back when I was in the UK in May, particularly the day that they rehearsed and Simon came out to talk to those of us who were standing outside), I contemplated more so about how he must have felt than anything else.  That one day really made Simon seem so much more human…more mortal to me, than any thing else.  I have to liken it…to some small extent anyway…to the day that I was with my father  when he was told the seriousness of his lung disease.  It’s hard to describe other than to say that up until that point, my dad was sort of like a super hero to me.  He was Superman, and then suddenly I realized he could no longer move mountains or “save” me.  To me, Simon was the rather obnoxious frontman on stage.  The guy who acted as though of course we should love him, how dare we not!   As much as I love the band, I never loved that attitude much.  Some love that about him, and that’s OK.  That day in May changed my thoughts completely.  I’ve never seen Simon so humble, even during a moment where he could have EASILY played it all off as not being a big deal – that you know, that’s just the way it goes and the fans are just going to have to wait.  So what that people flew from all over the world to see them, right?  Well, that’s what I would have expected.  Simon made the point to come out to the sidewalk to talk to all of us, and I’ve never seen him so much like a regular person.  He almost looked and sounded broken, and definitely completely disappointed.  I’ll never forget that because contrary to what every fan might think,  he didn’t have to show us that side.  He could have played it off, never apologizing, never thinking twice about any of us out there.  Simon the frontman might have, but this Simon did not.  Was that a mistake?  No.  It’s never a mistake to be human.  The whole way through this long process of healing, I’ve wondered how much Simon worried about never getting all of his notes back.  It’s one thing to be laid off (made redundant) from work, or to change careers entirely, or to even have your instrument break and have to get a new one.  It’s a different story when that instrument is YOU and it’s all you’ve ever done.  I guess you learn never to take such things for granted – and yet it would seem to be so incredibly easy to do so when it’s your own voice.  What a real lesson to be learned.

I hope the folks in Cambridge have a great time rocking it out with the band tonight.  Be sure to send Daily Duranie a word letting us know how it all goes!!  -R

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