My diary entry for February 21, 1965 (the two clippings above were pasted into the diary.) In my defense, I was only 13 years old.
Not only was I overly fond of exclamation points, in ’65 my life was a long seriously bad hair day. (See 8th grade school picture below, taken on what I then believed to be a good hair day.)
But I digress. Last night – slightly more than 51 years after their performance at the Hyatt Music Theater, I saw Chad and Jeremy at McCabe’s guitar store in Santa Monica – a considerably smaller and calmer venue. No one fainted during their highly entertaining show which included renditions of two of my favorite Chad and Jeremy songs – “A Summer Song” and “Distant Shores”. Here they are on stage. Sorry about the bad photo – our cell phones were supposed to be off.
Even though we saw the second show, which started at 10 PM and didn’t end until midnight, they stuck around afterwards to talk to fans and sign autographs. I got one too.
Music is the closest I’ll get to time travel. When familiar – usually melancholy – chords cast their spell, 51 years dissolve. Contrary to the title of Chad and Jeremy’s first USA hit, yesterday is never gone. Long buried memories and feelings spring to life. My world-weary adult self morphs into the yearning dork I used to be. How much of a dork? Another diary entry from 1965.
As angst-ridden as I was at 13, I miss the passionate highs and lows. Where did all that intensity go?
I didn’t scream deliriously at last night’s show like I did in 1965, but I remembered how it felt. Exhilarating. 1965 was a very good year.
As long as there’s music, I don’t have to say goodbye to anything. If a band you used to love passes anywhere near your town, it’s definitely worth the trip.
harold Greenwood April 9, 2016 at 7:41 pm
Glad I am not a girl.
Sandra (Sandy) April 10, 2016 at 1:49 pm
Reading everything you wrote gave me chills and I was transported back to that very day–I remember Sonny & Cher in their fur vests never realizing at the time how ‘big’ THEY were going to be! I’m totally glad I am a girl (sorry Harold).
Janis September 13, 2021 at 3:40 pm
In 1965 I went to see them at the Hyatt House with my friend Sandy. Could it be you? Wouldn’t that be just too much?!
Bonnie April 12, 2016 at 7:31 am
Yes, boys and girls (and men and women) ARE diferent…nut ‘Viva la difference’ ! Thank you Kathleen for sharing your adult self’s more tempered but enduring love and contrast in experience 51 years later. Grateful also that they are here.