Struttin’ Solo

Given my blog is so not focused on the writing/editing realm these days, let’s aim for another personal post.

Yours truly is attending her first rock concert in years (!) … yep. Taking my wee l’il ol’ self to see the Struts tomorrow at History. Truth told, I’m a bit nervous, but a lot excited.

I only discovered them a year ago—at the gym. The place plays vids of bands from various eras … and way too many young female singers [often boob/booty-showcased] who all sound the same, thus not garnering my attention. While staring absently with half-glazed eyes at the elliptical monitor, my ears perked upon hearing a very cool voice and song.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh / Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh / Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh / Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh / You be my Alice / And I’ll be your Mad Hatter / We can live in a palace / Nothing too amateur / Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin’ for me?”

They caught my [full] attention at the sixth “oh”. The eyes un-glazed. Loved the sound, loved the song. (And the guys were pretty easy on the eyes, too.)

The Struts, huh? Had to check them out. Really?! Who knew they’d been around over a decade? Successfully so—just look at their amazing repertoire and fan base.

Music’s part of my life again (care obligations had removed it previously). It’s great to once again be dancin’ and singin’ … and doing some struttin’.