SHARING THE SHOWS
This blog post is dedicated to my father, Joseph Lionel Wynne, who passed away on September 10, 2012, ten years ago.
I was looking forward to this weekend, not just because of the show, but because Season 5 of Cobra Kai dropped on Netflix. After a morning spent grading student journals and in a virtual meeting with Doug, Christopher, and Heather about a national Community of Single People conference, not to mention weeks of running myself ragged with the return of in-person teaching, as well as shows, I was ready to lie on the couch like a zombie and binge the whole season. I had gotten up to the season’s penultimate episode before 8:00 came, an hour before showtime. I bought the tickets, so I was committed. I downed a Coke Zero on the Metro ride to give myself a boost. When I walked in, I chatted with a dude named Ian, who had come in from Annapolis from the show. That’s dedication (although it does bring me back to my 20s when I used to travel from an hour from Suffern to New Paltz, NY to see a cover band called Reckoning). The band started with “Promised Land,” and that four-count beat from the drummer always signifies “Shakedown Street.” I talked to a woman named Janet and a dude named Brad, and I learned that this guy who’s playing the harmonica in the audience (8/1/22) goes by the name of Rich. Brad and I talked about songs on the bottom of our Dead preference list. His are “Victim or the Crime” and “Lazy Lightning.” Mine is “They Love Each Other” (the slow version) and “Standing on the Moon.” They rocked on “Saint and Circumstance” (with a curious absence of “Lost Sailor,” which usually precedes it) and followed with “He’s Gone,” Johnny Mac’s fave. There was an amazing jam on “Samson and Delilah,” and the set closed with “Bertha.” Since the venue does allow people to return after leaving, I took a walk around the Waterfront, and saw couples on dates, groups partying, and a few solo travelers like me. I love the diversity of DC. Set Two started with “Cassidy,” “Goin’ Down the Road Feeling Bad,” and “The Other One,” which had an amazing jam. I had committed to taking off at 11:30, which is about when I start to fade from shows anyway. On the Metro ride home, I was entertained by drunk American University (AU) students, and I capped off the night by capping off Season 5 of Cobra Kai (it was a great season, but without spoiling it, I’ll say I think they should end it after one more season; I could think of some minor rewrites that could end things where they are). One commentary: traditionally, the Grateful Dead has appealed to white audiences. So I love it when I see People of Color rocking out at shows. I met a black guy, Justin, who was rocking out in his tye-dye and dancing harder than anybody in the place, me included. There was also a person who looked to be of Indian or Pakistani heritage dressed in tye-dye, and also having a good time. This music knows no boundaries. Back to the couch now.
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