Post by Standupguy on Jan 13, 2013 13:56:46 GMT -5
Jethro Tull has been my favorite band since “This Was” first came out. I managed to see them for the first time at the Seattle Coliseum for the Aqualung tour in 1971 and was only a few feet from the stage. I saw the TAAB tour the following year in Seattle as well and have pretty much lost count since then, but have generally seen them every time they came to the US. I saw the Aqualung 40th Anniversary Tour in 2011 but sadly missed the TAAB2 as I have been living in Thailand which was nowhere near any of the venues.
Anyway, way back in the summer of 1973, I found myself somewhat apprehensively betrothed to a very Sossity-esque young lady, who had been born in Mexico City some 18 years prior. She had, however, been raised since infancy in Seattle by her father, who was of Mexican extraction and her harshly stoic German mother with whom she did not get along. Her father had passed away suddenly some ten years prior under unusual circumstances.
She was a beautiful, but disconcertingly headstrong young girl and, having completed high school, she wanted to pay a call on her father's closest friend who had achieved great success in the publishing business in Mexico City. So, we set out from Seattle by car for Los Angeles where we visited friends, and from there we would fly to southern Mexico.
I knew that Tull was coming to LA and I was determined to see them. I had asked my friend there, who is also a huge Tull fan to grab us some tickets but when we reached LA, he told me that he had tried but that the concert, which was to be held at the LA Forum, was sold out. This was very disappointing news, indeed, as I was considerably more enthusiastic about seeing the show than I was about going to Mexico (or getting married at such a tender age to this toothsome young thing who was “tying me down with her ribbons.” [*As it turned out, I broke free of her but spent the next 22 years in the ribbon business.]
In any case, off to Mexico we went for a 3 week tour visiting Acapulco, Mexico and Guadalajara. In Mexico City, we were invited to a dinner party at her father’s friend’s enormous mansion adjacent to Chapultepec Park. The party was the most upscale gathering that I had ever attended and we were treated as guests of honor. It was all very formal and I did my best to “change the man I seemed” having done the immaculate virginity whisking on my bony young shoulders sometime prior.
Dinner was served and after dessert, we were served Turkish coffee. As we finished drinking, we were instructed by the hostess to turn the cups over in their saucers and she read our fortunes from the inverted empty cups. She peered into my cup and looked up, asking if I knew a charismatic man who played the flute. My heart began to race and my hopes were raised as I was dying to see the upcoming concert. Of course, I was astounded as she revealed the inside of the cup where the thick coffee grounds had left an amazing likeness of Ian Anderson's silhouette with leg raised albeit slightly.
When I returned to LA the following week, there were tickets waiting for me that had been purchased by a friend. A second performance had been added to the tour.
I had never heard A Passion Play before the concert but the lyrics, "Time for awaking the tea lady's making a brew-up and baking new bread." caught my attention.
Warchild came out the following year with the lyrics, "...let me dance in your tea-cup and you shall swim in mine."
It’s always sort of been like that with Jethro Tull and me.
Anyway, way back in the summer of 1973, I found myself somewhat apprehensively betrothed to a very Sossity-esque young lady, who had been born in Mexico City some 18 years prior. She had, however, been raised since infancy in Seattle by her father, who was of Mexican extraction and her harshly stoic German mother with whom she did not get along. Her father had passed away suddenly some ten years prior under unusual circumstances.
She was a beautiful, but disconcertingly headstrong young girl and, having completed high school, she wanted to pay a call on her father's closest friend who had achieved great success in the publishing business in Mexico City. So, we set out from Seattle by car for Los Angeles where we visited friends, and from there we would fly to southern Mexico.
I knew that Tull was coming to LA and I was determined to see them. I had asked my friend there, who is also a huge Tull fan to grab us some tickets but when we reached LA, he told me that he had tried but that the concert, which was to be held at the LA Forum, was sold out. This was very disappointing news, indeed, as I was considerably more enthusiastic about seeing the show than I was about going to Mexico (or getting married at such a tender age to this toothsome young thing who was “tying me down with her ribbons.” [*As it turned out, I broke free of her but spent the next 22 years in the ribbon business.]
In any case, off to Mexico we went for a 3 week tour visiting Acapulco, Mexico and Guadalajara. In Mexico City, we were invited to a dinner party at her father’s friend’s enormous mansion adjacent to Chapultepec Park. The party was the most upscale gathering that I had ever attended and we were treated as guests of honor. It was all very formal and I did my best to “change the man I seemed” having done the immaculate virginity whisking on my bony young shoulders sometime prior.
Dinner was served and after dessert, we were served Turkish coffee. As we finished drinking, we were instructed by the hostess to turn the cups over in their saucers and she read our fortunes from the inverted empty cups. She peered into my cup and looked up, asking if I knew a charismatic man who played the flute. My heart began to race and my hopes were raised as I was dying to see the upcoming concert. Of course, I was astounded as she revealed the inside of the cup where the thick coffee grounds had left an amazing likeness of Ian Anderson's silhouette with leg raised albeit slightly.
When I returned to LA the following week, there were tickets waiting for me that had been purchased by a friend. A second performance had been added to the tour.
I had never heard A Passion Play before the concert but the lyrics, "Time for awaking the tea lady's making a brew-up and baking new bread." caught my attention.
Warchild came out the following year with the lyrics, "...let me dance in your tea-cup and you shall swim in mine."
It’s always sort of been like that with Jethro Tull and me.
I even like Adele if she lets me play more Tull. ;D
And some do! 