Getting down with the older crowd
We walked over to the Botanical Gardens to see New Orleans Mystics playing covers of early Motown. A neighbor’s sister was in from out of town and had a mint julep in one hand and was flailing her other hand up in the air to the rhythm of Mustang Sally. She said she felt like she was back in Myrtle Beach in 1965. I was getting a kick out of seeing all those old men and women getting out of their seats and getting down but couldn’t figure it out – I kept thinking how does this generation know MY music – then it clicked, I was 6 years old in 1965 and this was THEIR music because they were in their twenties on the beach listening to the Ojays, Sam Cook, the Temptations take their breath away. I was still in short pants playing 45s on my portable turntable.
Tin was having a blast – he was eating dried sour cherries and rice crackers and watching everyone getting tipsy on mint juleps and Try A Little Tenderness. When we put him down he started swaying his hips back and forth. The band was rocking, they brought in the full fledged glitter zoot suits and moves and do wop and I have never seen the Botanical Gardens shake rattle and roll like that before.
Fun times.