Being down here in south Florida has brought back some memories and I just had to share one of them. Back in the summer of 1970 I was still kind of naive and apparently kind of hard of hearing. My husband and I were with some friends from out of town and somehow we heard about a big concert at Key Biscayne at the amphitheater. It sounded so fun. Go to Miami, eat some good food, and see the Osmond Brothers. Wow! I had always thought Donny was so cute. That would be a fun experience. Sitting in the open air listening to good music and watching what might be like a Broadway musical type show. Well, I got some bell bottoms going on and off we headed about an hour south.
We started walking up the bleachers and the proverbial light bulb started to flicker. This didn't seem like the type of folk that would be at an Osmond Brothers concert, but hey, who am I to judge? We got up in our seats and I started smelling this strange odor. I had never been around so many young, cool young people just chillin'. I thought to myself that things had really changed since I had arrived back in the states. I had lived in Germany and was only privy to the Stars and Stripes paper that my husband would get on base.
As the concert proceeded a fellow named Edgar Winters came out and performed. He had the whitest blond hair and he was singing some songs I'd never heard. I remember thinking that this was all very interesting and strange. Then the big moment arrived and the main act walked up on the stage. There was this good looking man with long blond hair. In fact, all of them seemed to be about the same coloring and as the crowd was getting as worked up, as much as you can when you are trying really hard to be cool, smoking a reefer or ten, they began performing.
It took a little while, but I finally came to my senses, after asking some people sitting on the other side of my group.
"Who is that?" They must have thought me quite cool.
"Don't you know ? That's the Allman Brothers!" "Oh sure", I said ,as I looked off into the water and boats behind the stage.
There I was looking at Cher's future husband all the while questioning how I got that confused.
I guess when you are trying hard to appear cool you should also try and listen to who you paying $5.00 to see.
Yes, I was thin and had gotten my outfit just right, but did I realize who I was going to be seeing?
It sure wasn't Donny.