Rick Springfield stripped down

Last weekend, our local PBS affiliate ran Rick Springfield’s “Stripped Down” concert film, which I was so happy about because ever since I heard that he does this sort of concert, I’ve been wanting to see one. I’m sure they must be pretty amazing in person, but it was still pretty cool to watch one at home, too. The plus is that I could rewind it if I missed anything or wanted an instant replay. And of course I now have it in my DVR library so I can watch it again.

Anyway, here are my three favorite parts, in order of appearance:

1. Painted Girl – RS played the first song he wrote and shared the story behind it – or at least his interpretation of what he thought was going through his mind at age 15. His self-deprecating sense of humor adds to his stories about his colorful life. I suppose this particularly struck a chord with me (pun intended) since I’ve been going through my own journals from my teenage years and appreciate the reflective nature of this segment of the concert.

2. April 24, 1981/My Father’s Chair – This was incredibly touching, seeing his response to singing it all these years later and the way others in the audience responded to it. Nearly everyone has lost someone they love at some point and these songs always bring tears to my eyes, as well.

3. Although I’m not sure if the songs he played/sang that he didn’t write had specific meaning to him (not sure how much of the concert was actually shown since a great deal of it was interrupted with pledge solicitation), but he sure did rock!

(Note: If anyone had the means to do so, I hope they made a pledge to PBS, which provides wonderful programming to our community. And if anyone who gave the $150 pledge because they appreciate PBS’s work but don’t really care about the March 7 VIP concert ticket/meet-and-greet pass and wine tasting that comes with it – or even if those tickets are too close to the stage and you’d rather sit in Row 30 so it’s not so loud – you know where to find me.)

Found: A rare one-of-a-kind “General Hospital” keepsake plate

One day when I was a kid – back in 1983 – my sister and I each decorated a plate. I recently found mine in my dad’s kitchen cupboard:

IMAG0196Definitely one of a kind! (My favorite character – and the reason for watching the show – is up top in purple big letters.)

A note from the past

As I was going through old journals these past few days, I came across this poem, written in May 1988:

For the person in my future
I hope you’re doing well
I hope what I have done
Will help your dreams become fulfilled

To the person I become
I hope you’ll remember me fondly
Remember you were once me
And I felt just as strongly

I hope that my mistakes
Have been of help, my friend
I’m wishing you my luck
To be with you till the end.


It’s strange to think how much has changed since then – not only in my own life but in the world. As I wrote this in a red college-ruled Mead notebook, what would I have thought if somebody would have told me, “‘Twenty-six years from now, this will be on a blog devoted to Rick Springfield and anyone in the world who has access to the Internet will be able to read it.”

I would have had no idea what that meant.

A funny coincidence about 5 Seconds of Summer

In last night’s blog post, I wrote about a band I had never heard about before – 5 Seconds of Summer. I came across their name only because they were mentioned in an article I read.

After I finished posting, I remembered that my bed was covered in clean laundry that needed to be folded so I turned an an episode of “Parenthood” that I DVR’d a few weeks ago. Within the first few seconds – before I had a chance to fast forward through commercials – a commercial promoting that night’s episode of “The Tonight Show” came on. The musical guest? 5 Seconds of Summer.

So then of course I needed to Google more about the band and watch a couple of their videos (I liked them). And guess what I found out? They are from Australia!

(For those who stumbled across this post while Googling “5 Seconds of Summer” and have no idea why I thought this to be a funny coincidence, it’s because Rick Springfield – the subject of this blog – is also from Australia).