Life is music ....

As much as I whine and cry about the snow and the cold of winter, in all honesty I relish and appreciate living where there are four distinct seasons to each year. To that end, I found another lost and lonely painting of sorts drifting along on the sea of blogs and brought it home with me to illustrate, hopefully, the changing seasons. There was a time when I was enthusiastic about photography and would experiment taking shots of the same landmarks during each season .... and of the same location at the same time and on the same day each year .... and from the top of a hill rotating to include all directions at various times of the day or season or year. But, my enthusiasm for photography has largely waned, and now I usually settle by rounding up wandering illustrations.

Watching the seasons change

I have no idea what you are doing these days, but I am waiting -- rather impatiently, in a sense -- for spring. February has been listed as the tenth snowiest and the second coldest in Minnesota since records have been kept. As I wrote earlier, I appreciate living where there are four distinct seasons, but some years the length and the severity of winter try my patience. The end of March brings the end of FramWinter, although one of the heaviest blizzards in my memory came on April 14 and I recall measureable snow Memorial Day week.

My mind is pretty much empty at the moment. I have been watching films, reading books -- most of them gathered in years past, but set aside then for lack of time to read them -- listening to music, and watching the seasons change. Simply to prove to the world that I have not died and moved along to another existence, I am putting up a sort of nonsensical/whimsical/illogical post -- which seems to have become my trademark ....

In the meanwhile ....

Ever hear of Uriah Heep? Hmmmm .... it seems to me I wrote words similar to those in another post not too long ago.

I am not thinking of the Charles Dickens' character in the novel, "David Copperfield," either. I am referring to the English classic, melodic, rock band formed in 1969 by a nineteen-year-old guitar man named Mick Box. Like a very few musicians from that era, Box, now age seventy, continues to make music and to perform on stage with Uriah Heep.

I think you have guessed where this is going. Uriah Heep will be performing at the Varsity Theater in Minneapolis on March 10 and guess who has a ticket? Yep .... me ....

A Canadian, Bernie Shaw, is front man and vocalist for the band. At age sixty-one, he is sort of a youngster. He has been singing with Uriah Heep since 1986. Otherwise, the lineup has been the same since 2013.

Did I mention that I have seen this group perform live once before? Well, I have, a couple of decades ago which is sort of long ago and far away. (I think I have heard those words before, too.) Put it this way, sometime and somewhere in Michigan when I was living a very different life and in a very strange incarnation ....

I am including two songs here, one from 1989 at the House of Blues in Orlando, Florida, and the other from February this year in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Box is the rhythm guitar man as opposed to the bass player, and usually to the left of Shaw as you look at the video ....

 

I absolutely love the words on Shaw's shirt in the 1989 concert: "Life is music ...." Box always has been thought of as one of the best guitar players in the business; Shaw, I think, always has been underrated as a singer .... but, as you will be able to tell when comparing his 1989 voice to his 2018 voice, it no longer has the power or the quality it once did.

I have no doubt seeing and hearing Uriah Heep on stage will stir many memories for me and, very likely, create some new ones ....

By the way, today, March 5, is my son's birthday .... Happy Birthday, kid .... see you at the concert ....