A Sha Na Na groupie.
Oh, I know by today's standards they would rank somewhere between silly and completely ludicrous. (Um, but doesn't that describe Lady Ga Ga??? OK then, I feel vindicated.)
I realize I'm running the risk of losing every bloggy fan I ever had.
Can't help it - - - I must confess, I loved, loved, loved the Sha Na Na of yore.
Circa 1980, hubby and I never missed their show. We giggled. We laughed. Shoot - - - we SNORTED right out loud with GLEE.
And then it happend. They had a concert in Greensboro, N.C., just about 40 minutes from our home.
Fisherhubby was in P. A. school at the time. We were living on LESS than a shoestring, but SOMEHOW we counted out our pennies and got a pair of tickets.
The day of the concert finally arrived - - - along with a good old fashioned Blizzard. I think we considered missing the concert for about five minutes - - - and then we ventured forth, sans snow tires - - - no one had those in North Carolina - - - and pointed the nose of our 1969 Chevy Impala toward Greensboro. The 40 minute drive only took us 120. I remember thinking all the way there, "And when it's over, we have to DRIVE back home through this mess!"
But once we entered that coliseum, we forgot all about the roads. We forgot everything but having a great time.
We giggled. We laughed. Shoot, we SNORTED right out loud with GLEE.
It was the concert of our lifetime. You think I kid? Would I JOKE about this:
The video quality is poor - - - but hey, it was "high tech" for 1980!!!
And now, I have just one final confession to make before I end this shameless display of questionable taste:
I still love me some Sha Na Na.