Jim Adams is the dependable host of Mindlovemisery Menagerie’s Music Challenge. Jim says:
The challenge today is to focus on “Dear Mr. Fantasy,” by Traffic, written by Jim Capaldi, Steve Winwood, and Chris Wood, and use it for a short story, a piece of flash fiction, or a poem that you can share with the WordPress writing community.
I know it may not be right or fair to musicians to want them to play only their hits, as they probably get sick and tired of playing the same songs, but that’s what I want to hear if I go to a concert. If I become a big fan of a group, I drool at the thought of hearing new music by them, but not at a concert. Buying their album, letting it imprint itself upon me through multiple listens, is the way to do it, not in the ecstatic state that is induced in a crowd of others who are emotionally charged as they appreciate the live performance of their rock and roll gods and goddesses.
There are songs – actually two songs and a comment – that come to mind when the fantasy is what is demanded.
The first one is The Band’s song, Stagefright. I’m thinking of when they performed it at, “The Last Waltz.” As Rick Danko is singing, Robbie Robertson’s face is highlighted in ultra-white light. I stare at his face every time I watch it, trying to see the stage fright. At the time I wonder if that’s why they are calling it quits.
The second one is from Joni Mitchell’s live album, “Miles of Aisles,” when the audience is yelling out requests. In her introduction to, “The Circle Game,” she makes a comment about it.
The last one is on a more personal level, with Leon Russell and “Tight Rope,” where his lover wants to see one thing and tunes out the rest. In this case, he decides to continue the charade. Will they last?