if i could trade places......


i hope we might have some fun with this one, while learning something of ourselves and imparting to others a bit about our unique tastes and passions. here’s the fill-in-the-blanks drill: if, for one night, i could trade places with a [musician, singer, participant-live or dead] in a concert by [a group, composer or individual-live or dead], I’d do so because [ reason or explanation ]. this is not a rigid construct but only a rough formulation of an idea for each to build upon.

i’ll give an example, by way of further explanation and as a “starter post,” as follows: if, for one night, I could have stepped out of my lawyer’s shoes and suit and taken on the role of another, I’d have chosen to be the tambourine player in eric clapton’s band that played and recorded the tracks that became the “unplugged” album. this part is one, even I, could have performed adequately and would have put me in the middle of a performance i judge to be among the most seminal of the last couple decades of the 20th century.
cornfedboy
Good Thread Cornfedboy. As a youth I had the opportunity to see the Beach Boys back in the middle 60’s. That was during my surfing era. At the time I was aware that Denny Wilson was the only surfer in the group. I wanted to be like him. Especially during the concert when the girls were going nuts over him. It wasn’t like I wanted to play the drums, I just wanted to be him because he surfed and had the chicks “Money for nothing and the chicks are free”

Now that I’m older and a bit wiser, though a bit less testosterone driven than from days of old, I would like to be the Viola player to the beautiful Violinist that played Mozart’s Concertino for Violin & Viola K364 at a concert I attended about a year ago. A husband and wife team that made love on stage to the beautiful 2nd movement of that piece. I had goosebumps running up and down my spine during that performance. I wanted to be HIM!!
At the risk of getting nailed with the bean-counter. . .mine's a little different. If I could switch places, it would be with Paul Simonon on the 21st of September, 1979. On that night, I was caught on camera, at the New York Palladium, performing the ultimate rock-and-roll move. I smashed my guitar.

I would go on to be bronzed in the annuls of rock-and-roll history, when my image lands on the front cover of the greatest rock-and-roll album of all time. My photo speaks, without ever saying a word, for an entire generation of angry youth, and summarizes all that was wrong with music at the time. Me, my picture, my band, and our album, helped change the face of music forever.
Sorry Cornfedboy, looks like I shut it down. Too bad too. Although its not the first time I ever damped a party, I would have thought this one had legs. Great thread notwithstanding its untapped potential.
Chris
David Byrne during the "Stop Making Sense" tour. I could never get away with wearing that suit.