Life is Like a Beanstalk, Isn't It?

Well bloggies,

Time to make my last post from these shores.

I've had an incredible time on this trip, and today was no different. I went to church at the London Vineyard and it was really good. Afterwards scarfed down a wonderful Indian meal at Leicester Square (just off a road by it), then on to the Virgin Megastore which has taken over the building Tower Records used to occupy in Picadilly Circus.

I hit the comedic jackpot. I found a DVD with the very episode of a television show that I have never laughed harder at in my whole entire life. I won't say what it is here, because I want Harold to guess what it is (because he'll get it in 1 guess). I was SO excited to get it, but I've been holding off watching it because this will be only the 2nd time in maybe 25 years that I've seen this episode. I've told Harold about it for years, so I want to experience the next time fresh with him.

I watched a few of the other episodes on the DVD, and it was a lot of fun.

Afterward, I went to see the Procol Harum concert. Amazing how old the audiences are these days, she said, approaching 43. I'm still a young boomer, so I was kind of noting the number of bald heads facing me, as I sat toward the back.

Gary Brooker (piano, musical composer and lead singer) was in an especially silly mood tonight, and the other guys in the band were visibly having a great time, smiling at each other and trying to make each other laugh. This lineup is one of the most cohesive I've seen in years, although Mr. Matthew Fisher (Hammond organ guru) is not in this current lineup.

One moment took my breath away, as I didn't expect to see the legendary Keith Reid (lyrics) walk out on the stage and recite part of one of the tunes. THAT was a special moment. I've always heard Reid's been the creative force behind this band, writing the lyrics, picking out the order of the songs for the concerts and albums, and often sitting at the sound board directing traffic. Tonight, I could see him behind the stage right procenium, with his back to the audience, but bobbing to every hair of a beat. The man is quite a force.

Well, I've got 6 minutes more to tell you that it's been another spectacular trip, and I honestly do not wish it to end. But, that's not very practical, especially with how much plastic has been used over here. I'm going to be living with paying for this for a little while. Or until I get paid from the Kid Comedians project.

When I come home I'll have to get cracking on that. Harold and the others had a review of it today without me. Here's to hoping it gets completed soon.

Well, bloggies... Cheerio and I'll see you soon!

D.

(This computer didn't have spell check... How embarrassing for me!).

I'm back to add the setlist from the Procol Harum concert:

The VIP Room
The Idol
Pandora’s Box
Luskus Delph
The Wall Street Blues
Homburg
Victims of the Fury
An Old English Dream
Conquistador

(interval)

Shadow Boxed
Toujours l’Amour
The Blink of an Eye
Simple Sister
Something Following Me
Beyond the Pale
A Salty Dog
In Held ’Twas in I (complete! Keith Reid included)

(encores)

A fragment of Sunny Goodge Street mutating into The Times They Are A-Changing
A Whiter Shade of Pale
AlphaKaleidoscope
New Lamps for Old

Incidentally, the title about Life's being like a beanstalk comes from "In Held 'Twas in I."