Carol and I went to the Michael Bublé concert at the Amway Arena last night. What a great time. We had good seats and it was a fantastic show. Our first big-time-arena concert. As much as anything it was a delight to watch people doing what they love to do with obvious enjoyment. A string section played for a few of the slower romantic songs. When I saw the musicians faces on the big screen it was that perfect combination of utter concentration and absolute joy. Made me wish, for just a minute, I had stuck with the violin.
Michael was a joy to listen to, not just his music but his talking. He shared about how much he loved the life he is living and then passionately thanked the crowd for making that life possible. I’ve only bought one CD, watched one TV special and attended one concert, but I felt like I was a part of something good. He honored his wife and was genuinely excited about his baby son. (Note to all new parents. His baby son travels with him. As a result Michael now sees his concerts as two hours paid vacation time.)
We had floor seats about 20 rows back and when he did his floor walk Michael came right past us. I took the picture you see here as he walked past. (not a zoomed picture!)
Here is what I wonder about. During the evening he told half a dozen crude sexual jokes. Nothing unusual, the kind of stuff man of you hear all day long. You would likely hear a lot worse on a popular TV shows or a PG movie. The head scratcher is that the jokes were such a contrast to the way Michael spoke about his wife and child. Maybe it is just an age thing, but I think crude sexual humor is a contributor to the breakdown in the family that is devastating our nation. I volunteer at a local elementary school. Monday I was explaining the word protect to 4th grade girl. I asked her if she protected her little brother. Her response, “Oh we don’t know where he is.” Followed by a long explanation about her mom had done this her dad had done that. What a tragedy. Punch lines like “grinding each other on the first date” and “finding your first threesome” in real life lead to little girls who don’t know where there little brother is.
Jokes aside we enjoyed the concert. Left motivated to love and to do what we love with passion.
Bruce