Man, you know you're getting old when you find out that Neil Diamond is coming to the Rose Garden on September 22nd, and you- even if only for a split-second- find yourself considering not only trying to get tickets for the concert, but wondering if you can get a date for it.
Yes, there was a time while I was in college when I had my turntable set up so that I'd wake up to Coming to America every morning. I think I saw The Jazz Singer at least four or five times. I knew all the words to Forever in Blue Jeans. When my mind wandered, I would more often than not find myself humming Solitary Man. And now Diamond has a new album hitting stores tomorrow. Good Lord, the man's three years younger than my father...and he's on a world concert tour? What...and I suppose his tour's being co- sponsored by Viagra and the leading brand of cardiac pacemakers?? Yikes....
(No, and don't even think about asking. I don't care what you offer me; I'm NOT going to tell you how many times I saw Melissa Manchester and Gordon Lightfoot in concert...'cuz then I'd have to tell you about the cassette tape I had when I was 15 that had Kiss on one side and Barry Manilow on the other. No, some things in life really cannot be explained....)
