Make a little love...get down tonight..Okay, so you know how the rest of the song goes.
"Would you like to go see KC and the Sunshine Band?"
Sure!
Let me say this one thing. Baby Boomers do not want to go see other baby boomers singing songs they made popular 30 years ago...really. I thought I did...but it was bad from the beginning. The Sunshine Band part was great..young, hip, talented. KC, well....thirty years equals thirty pounds, thinning hair, wrinkles, and WAY too much purple and glitter. I imagine a few too many road shows has made KC tired. The hips just ain't shakin' the way they used to, and the moves are just a little sloppy. Disheveled would be a good word to describe it.
We knew we were in trouble when they brought out a yellow cardigan thing to go over his black t shirt and trousers. To cover up the flabby belly most likely. And his big ass.
And the dancing girls...well, maybe they used to be girls, once. Now they are like a brick house...mighty, mighty and lettin' it all hang out. Eeeeeewe. They certainly would not win any prizes on reality tv shows like "But Can They Dance?"
After about an hour, I kind of lost interest. I think our sky box was the only group not up shakin their booty.
KC was gracious in his old age, however, and could easily laugh at himself. "What the hell happened?" he shouted. I woke up and I'm not young anymore!
Join us, KC. The room was filled with 40 and 50 somethings thinking they still looked 20 or 30. From my vantage point there was a lot of fake blonde hair, sagging body parts, and thinning scalps. I bet KC was feeling it the next day.
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