The Friday Morning Listen: Southside Johnny – Reach Up & Touch the Sky: Live (1981)

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So here we are, heading toward the end of another summer. This one seemed particularly quick. One minute I’m thinking that this snow will never end and no, I will not snowblow the driveway again, no matter how annoying that 8-inch blanket on the driveway is. Next minute, I’m stuffin’ air conditioners into the windows. One more second, and it’s time for Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes to play Hampton Beach. I swear, it felt like three blinks of an eye, maybe four. They say that as you get older, your perception can be that time passes more quickly. That might be. This year, it sure seemed that way.

I think there are other reasons though. More than in recent years, this has been a summer of waiting. Plans have been made, hopes and expectations have been both raised and then shot down. It’s really easy to have a couple of weeks slip through your fingers while you’re waiting for something to happen. When the decision is finally made, you realize that you’ve kind of been holding your breath. And where did those two weeks go? Life is what happens while you’re making other plans? Yes, thanks John.

A few weeks back I mentioned a road trip that might “change everything.” Well, it didn’t. Instead, it ended up being one more disappointment. It cost us three weeks of summer. I was ready to resign myself to the Southside Johnny appearance, the last bright spot of summer. I resisted though, because the tiny bit of optimist in me wouldn’t let it happen. And then…everything did change. It’s amazing.

That is why I try to not look forward to this show too much, for fear of letting this warm season to slip away. I want to hold it in the palm of my hand forever. Unchanged. But now that it’s almost here, the anticipation is building rapidly. Hopefully, this crazy hurricane will allow the show to go on. I kind of have my heart set on hearing “Hearts of Stone” and “I Don’t Want To Go Home” one more time before…

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Mark Saleski

Mark Saleski

Mark Saleski is a writer and music obsessive based out of the woods of central New Hampshire. A past contributor to Jazz.com, Blogcritics.org and Salon, he originated several of our weekly features including the Friday Morning Listen, (Cross the) Heartland, WTF! Wednesday, and Sparks Fly on E Street. Follow him on Twitter: @msaleski. Contact Something Else! at reviews@somethingelsereviews.com.
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