Rock and Roll Weekend

You know what’s worse than a rainy Monday morning? A rainy Monday morning that comes after a weekend of great joy.

Put glasses on this dog, and you’re looking at me.
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This past Saturday, my lovely brother decided to treat our family to a spectacular night out. First, he craftily arranged for us all to be in Dublin, on the pretence that we were going to have dinner in honour of Father’s Day; once we were all assembled, he then sprang a surprise. We weren’t actually going to have dinner, as great as that would’ve been just by itself. No; instead, we were going to a concert. He’d bought the tickets weeks in advance, and had been keeping the whole thing top-secret.

But this was not just any old concert. We were going to see Neil Young and Crazy Horse.

This pretty much covers my reaction to the news!
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So, as I’ve said somewhere on the blog before, my dad is largely responsible for my musical taste, and my brother’s. We listened to a lot of classic rock growing up and Neil Young was (and is) the primary musical pillar of my life. So, as you can imagine, to see him live was incredible. Back in 2001 my dad and I saw him in concert, just the two of us, so it was fantastic to catch another live show, along with my mother and brother this time. It was the best Father’s Day gift anyone could have imagined. Kudos to my brother!

The show was amazing, even though we were frozen solid (not an uncommon thing during an Irish summer!); the band played for a solid two hours, and some of my all-time favourites were given the full-on live show treatment. We heard ‘Powderfinger’, ‘Cinnamon Girl’ (I nearly jumped through the roof when they burst into the opening chords for this one!), ‘Hey Hey My My’ and, for an encore, ‘Cortez the Killer’, one of the highlights from my favourite album, ‘Zuma’. All in all, it was an excellent show. There was a bit of the old ‘rock god noodling on the guitar aimlessly for forty minutes, just because I’m Neil Young and I can do what I like’-itis, but I easily forgave that. It was fantastic, and I loved it, and I was so happy to be there with my family, too.

The legend himself…
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After a gentle Sunday morning, we spent most of the day together before the inevitable parting of the ways. I hate that bit, you know? Actually, I’m not going to dwell on it, lest I start getting blue again.

Anyway.

So, it’s Monday, and it’s time to focus on the week ahead. I have several agents to query (and, a query letter to improve upon), as well as stories for a late-June deadline to tweak, as well as submission opportunities to scare up, as well as The Fear to bring under control… *cue deep breathing*

So, it’s all as normal here. How are the rest of you? I hope good weekends were had by all, and that you’re attacking Monday front and centre. Let’s get through it, a minute at a time!