Rock N Roll The Livin Dead
Tomorrow my sister in law and I make our annual trek to Seaforth for a delightful brunch with a couple of friends. L is a fabulous cook and she serves up crepes that melt in your mouth, eggs, bacon, mimosas and any number of treats that strikes her fancy.
Following this culinary delight – no calorie counting today, we head off to a delightful village where each year there are any number of resurrected musicians supported by a great band, The Memphis Cats. Johnny Cash is always there, Elvis for sure, Jerry Lee Lewis has been..piano wrecking and all proving that rumors of their demise really are exaggerated.
This all takes place in a rustic charming theatre and as I sit there I can actually feel the history of the place. And it is always packed. The theatre has a very loyal following with people coming from miles away, even the USA.
I am not sure who all will be there strutting their stuff tomorrow, but following the show it is off to The Rubber Boot Inn (actually this is a nickname and I am not sure why it has this particular moniker) where the entertainers will probably join the town folk to hoist a cold one or two.
One young fella once was surprised I knew all the words and I had to confess I was there the first time those songs were sung. So for a little while at least
the four of us will return to our youth!
Go Johnny Go!