The only thing I looked forward was a FREE concert on Saturday night. This year we had Chakakan.

Hubby and I are always up for freebies. Who can afford a paid concert these days anyway? Well, unless you think you are too LOADED. 

A little sidetrack here....Madonna started selling at ticketmaster her tour 2008 Sticky and Sweet in August 12th. She is our Michigan homey. Last time she had a concert here was back in 2001. And you thought she may have at least 2 concerts at 2 different days in her home state. WRONG. Tuesday 11/18. ONE day and thats all.

All $350 and $50 seats were sold out already. I was struggling between $165 and $85. Thought I could afford $85 for Hubby and me. NOT REALLY. $85 for the ticket, plus some stupid $12 service charge, plus some silly $3 facility charge. In addition, $20 for parking at Ford Field (where the Lion plays at downtown Detroit). But the most rip-off was that they charge you if you print YOUR OWN ticket from YOUR OWN computer for $2. It is really a matter of principle. I simply CAN NOT pay for these 2 dollars. So Buh-Bye Madonna.

Ok, back to Chakakan's FREE concert on Saturday night again. I remember her as being popular in the 80's. I Feel For You. Then she kind of disappeared all of a sudden in the 90's. Unlike Rick Springfield, who we had him last year here. OH MY GOSH. He was still as HOT as I can remember.

I mean which teenage girl from the 80's did not ADORE Rick Springfield?! Its all very reminiscent. Rick Springfield was the first live concert I went to. I was a high school freshman that year. It was 1983 or 84 when we had a very strict dress code for hair and uniforms in high schools...when there was martial law in Taiwan. When Yu-Kwan's Songs of the Youth (literal translation here) was more popular than any ICRT's programs. Live concerts were such a foreign concept for everyone. It was the time when Boy George was not morbidly obese and George Michael was not gay. Oh good ol' time.

I guess its a shared memory for all the teenage girls from the 80's anyway. There is no boundary among nations or ethnicities. When I talked to Maria at work about R.S., she started singing the too familar melody and lyrics, "Jessie is a friend..." Then she told me her personal experience with R.S.

"...You know I sat this close (within an arm's length) from him in a restaurant," Maria's face started turning rosy. "I said 'how are you doing?'  he said 'I'm fine.'..." 

Maria reminded me of the 2 lady groupies we saw at R.S.'s concert last year. They said they still go after him to the hotel (where R.S. and his band stay) even after all these years. It was so bizaar to see all the teenage groupies grow old and become middle age groupies. Don't we all wish we were Jessie's girls one time in our life?