August, 2012 Archives

Tune In

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August 8th, 2012

I just got this quick update sent to me. Michigan Radio’s hour-long special, Living With Cancer, will be airing this Thursday, August 9th, from 3-4 pm. They will also be hosting a web chat on michiganradio.org throughout the hour. I’m told my part will be the funny segment near the end. When I have a […]

I just got this quick update sent to me. Michigan Radio’s hour-long special, Living With Cancer, will be airing this Thursday, August 9th, from 3-4 pm. They will also be hosting a web chat on michiganradio.org throughout the hour. I’m told my part will be the funny segment near the end. When I have a permalink to share, I will (as long as I don’t sound too much like an idiot).

You can judge for yourself at WUOM 91.7 in Ann Arbor and Detroit, 91.1 in Flint and 104.1 in West Michigan. Wow, I think I just sounded like Mike Perini.

Coldplay

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August 2nd, 2012

This was the most impressive musical event I’ve ever been a part of, including my fifth grade band concert. Should I have worn eyeliner? Perhaps all the 1980s bands wiped that option off my face ages ago. More than likely, though, I just feared I’d look stupid. When I asked my daughter to help dress […]

https://readthespirit.com/rodney-curtis/wp-content/uploads/sites/14/2013/03/wpid-rcColdplay_Screengrab.jpgThis was the most impressive musical event I’ve ever been a part of, including my fifth grade band concert.

Should I have worn eyeliner?

Perhaps all the 1980s bands wiped that option off my face ages ago. More than likely, though, I just feared I’d look stupid. When I asked my daughter to help dress me for our date with Chris Martin and the gang from Coldplay, I had to draw the line somewhere. And it wasn’t going to be underneath my eyes.

I agreed to the cheap Converse that supposedly are quite stylish. They shaved my head which allowed me to go out in public without that silly little tuft atop my noggin that looked like it belonged anywhere else on my body EXCEPT my dome. And there was the gold hoop earring, a source of contention between daughter and mother.

One said I looked liked a pirate, the other, a bad-ass. I only heard bad-ass and went with   it.

Coldplay holds a place in our family like few other acts do. Last year they allowed me to use one of their songs on a bone marrow transplant slide show I did. But more importantly, all four of us really dig their sound. For Skye’s 18th birthday and for sort of a send-off to college, she and I got tickets to their Palace gig.

When we walked into the venue, we were all given these curious wristbands that said #coldplayfilm on them, as well as a Twitter ad. No one seemed to know exactly what they were for, but as the concert commenced, the whole arena was lit up by flashing LED colors embedded within each individual band. We, the audience, were all part of the spectacle.

https://readthespirit.com/rodney-curtis/wp-content/uploads/sites/14/2013/03/wpid-rcColdplaybracelet.jpgIt takes a certain level of trust to just put on a bracelet, no questions asked.It was something I’ve never witnessed before. Even though Chris Martin is quoted as saying the wristbands cost a fortune, they certainly added an entirely new dimension to concert-going. Listening to an MP3 of the band on your phone is one thing; actually being part of a performance is something else crazily different.

Yes, the music was incredible. But I’m no rock critic. Adam Graham at The Detroit News wrote a much better review than I could possibly attempt. And if you want to see real, live fantastic photography, take a look at what my pal Dan Mears shot at the concert. He said if you looked closely, you could see Skye and I in the crowd. Thank goodness he was just kidding.

The last time my daughter and I had so much fun at a concert was when The Police came to town four years ago. She was freshman at the time. She’s a freshman yet again. The more things change …

Jiggity Jig

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August 1st, 2012

Back in her own digs after several days of being hospital bound, Mom puts her “feetsies up.”It feels wonderful being on this side of the hospital bed again. My mom needed me, early Sunday morning. Her gall bladder was screaming and she asked for a lift to the ER. An ambulance would’ve been a better […]

https://readthespirit.com/rodney-curtis/wp-content/uploads/sites/14/2013/03/wpid-rcHomeAgain.jpgBack in her own digs after several days of being hospital bound, Mom puts her “feetsies up.”It feels wonderful being on this side of the hospital bed again.

My mom needed me, early Sunday morning. Her gall bladder was screaming and she asked for a lift to the ER. An ambulance would’ve been a better choice, but I was happy to wheel her over. The lady’s done so much for me over the past couple years, it felt great to return the favor.

Apart from giving birth to me and aside from those 18-22 years when I was basically dependent on her as part of the dynamic duo of Mom & Dad, she also spent hours, days, weeks and months stationed by my bedside at three different hospitals as I gained the upper hand against the savagery of cancer. The least I could do was bring her some flowers and homemade chicken soup.

Navigating the halls, talking to the nurses and doctors and making hospital life feel a bit more comfortable, came back easily to me. Too easily, perhaps, since I almost felt like I needed a day pass in order to hit the bathroom.

Her stay was mercifully short, two roommates in length. And she’s home again, home again, jiggity jig like the other Mother she likes to quote.

Now I only have 49 years of payback remaining until I even the score.