Neil Diamond is one of my favorite singers from my younger
years.
I happened to hear on the radio last Friday that he was
going to be in Cleveland on his 50th anniversary tour. I forgot to
mention it to Murray until Sunday.
I didn’t notice when it said he was coming. When Murray
checked, it turned out it was this Tuesday. Murray was scheduled to work, and
the price was higher than we liked. I forgot about it.
After I’d gone to bed for the evening, Murray got to work.
Sarah said he was really excited about it.
“He kept coming in my room, whispering about it, even though
there was no way you could hear with your door closed.”
He found a better price ticket, arranged so he could leave
work early, found someone who could pick me up and meet him at the train
station to save time, snuck out to buy the tickets before Drug-Mart closed for
the evening, and left a note about it for me to find taped to my coffee cup
when I got up in the morning.
We were on the highest level at THE Q, (home of the
Cleveland Cavaliers), but Murray told me not to worry. “We can take the
elevator.”
When we got off the train and were going into tower City,
Murray saw that the lady walking in front of us was wearing a Neil Diamond
T-shirt. He told her, “Ma’am, I know where you’re going.” She laughed.
Murray said almost everybody at the concert was our age or
older.
But us older people sure made a lot of noise—clapping,
cheering, whistling, singing along. Murray said the man on his other side spent
most of the concert “chair dancing.”
Murray told me as we went in that he bet when Neil Diamond
was twenty years old, he probably wouldn’t have believed that when he was
seventy, he’d be able to fill a stadium with people for a concert. “He was
probably just thinking ‘I hope I can make enough to pay the rent.’”
Neil Diamond was loud, filled with energy, singing strong,
interacting with the audience, yelling. It took me a few minutes to stop
wondering how a man who was in his 70s could still do that, but finally I was
just able to enjoy it.
I’ve always just loved Neil Diamond’s sound, his voice, the
flow and pull of the music. It’s still filled with as much emotion as always.
The sound quality up at the top was great, but I couldn’t
understand all the words. I don’t think I’ve ever been able to understand what
all the songs were talking about.
But the emotion, the pull, the draw of his music was still
there. Most of the evening I wanted to cry, but also to smile, and laugh, and tap
my feet.
He brought such good pictures to mind, of his family when he
was growing up, of young people in love, of dreams, and pain, of beliefs. It
again encouraged me to want to bring that kind of emotion to people with words.
Murray told me that at Ball Parks, when people sang “Sweet
Caroline,” and it came to the part where it says, “Good times never seemed so
good”, people always sang “so good, so good, so good,” and he was going to do
that at the concert. I said that maybe people don’t do that at concerts, but he
promised me he was going to. It was okay; everybody did. Murray said, “Me and
twenty thousand other people.”
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