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Date Posted: 14:08:16 03/07/11 Mon
Author: Linda
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 199.16.135.144
Subject: Here is my "Ode" about the concert!
In reply to: Sioux 's message, "Re: A Memory That Never Dies" on 13:41:10 03/06/11 Sun

In 2009 I wrote this long poem about the San Bernardino concert in response to a request for a narrative describing the evening. I found myself laughing most of the way through it. I hope you enjoy the humor.


Ballad of the California Pyramid

The Music took flight on a High Desert night
In San Bernardino, mid shouts of delight.
Such magical tones, in these dry-heated zones
Are not made by Crickets, but by Rolling Stones.

Not likely, you say? We get carried away!
I’ll tell of the structure that rose on that day.
A Pyramid wide, pointing up to the ceiling
Filled the Great Hall with wonder and feeling!

The audience rolled, could the Band be so bold?
An electric Foundation and Capstone of gold!
Down front danced a Dervish, who leaped and ran madly.
His partner, Musician, did step aside gladly!

Next level, brave Drummer gave life to the beat,
While Bass played beside him, so calm and discrete.
Behind and above them, posed high on a box,
Stood a golden-haired Elf with a Teardrop white Vox.

“My God”, shouted someone, “He’s up there so high!”
While glorious music rose up to the sky.
The Dervish was whirling in front, under light.
Did he think the Others were back out of sight?

I say to thee nay, but it wasn’t that way!
Though shadowed, the white walls did not leave them gray.
With a twang and a boom they would banish the gloom
As the heart pounding music blew into the room.

As Dervish came tracking, Musician kept backing,
While failing to notice, his floor space was lacking.
Brave Drummer was frowning and Bass looked affright,
Would they be observing disaster tonight?

But braced on his platform, the almighty Elf
Could lend no assistance, endangered himself.
He played on with courage in this tiny space,
Not daring to move, lest he fall on his face!

Musician’s full peril the crowd couldn’t gauge,
But two or three steps and he’d fall off the stage!
Fear not, for the Dervish would tire just then,
And never advance on Musician again.

Reprieved on this bound, while Dervish sang “Round and Round”,
Did Musician strum boldly, and brave Drummer pound.
But Elf then remembered the Radio Guy
Who told them quite frankly, “Play ‘Mona’ or die!”

“The folks of Berdoo are all counting on you.”
The Deejay said sagely, “I tell you it’s true!
They’ll tear out your hair,” well, no pressure there.
Not playing the Favorite could bring them despair.

They liked their long locks, so Elf turned up his Vox,
And signaled brave Drummer to start the hard knocks.
The strong blasting beat, with guitar oh so sweet
Did silence the crowd, all were stuck to their seat.

The audience roared as the tremolo soared
And Bass thrummed serenely, his peace to afford.
The beauty soon drew all to silence once more,
As Dervish moaned lustily out on the floor.

The next girl was “Carol” and then “Suzie Q”,
Over and over the music rang true.
The evening went quickly, we didn’t know how,
But soon Dervish wailed out, “It’s All Over Now!”

The crowd gave a gasp as the almighty Elf
Leaped into the air from his perch on the shelf.
The concert was over; his feet hit the floor,
With golden hair flashing, he dashed out the door.

Brave Drummer then followed in rapid pursuit,
He was hot on the heels of that little black suit.
Calm Bass slid in fast, his position most dire,
For behind him flew Dervish, like High Desert fire!

Musician gave chase then, like steam from a kettle,
His lightning quick exit had proven his mettle.
“Wow, he’s a fast one. He does England proud!”
A cheer of approval arose from the crowd.

But alas we were sad; for we’d lost what we had.
Should our folks see us now, they would think us quite mad.
Yet deep in our bones we were Rolling with Stones,
Jagger and Richards, Watts, Wyman and Jones.


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