A Mother of Invention? Not!

Aaron’s mom here. I already miss Happy–his flight to Madrid took off about three hours ago....but I don’t miss the messes he makes, especially in the basement. (I call the basement “the pit” or “the abyss”). I did slink down into the pit and took Happy’s bag of “Super Bubble.” We are both Bubble gum addicts.

If anyone cares to know anything about me (probably not worth knowing)...I have two claims to fame in my life: I saw Jimi Hendrix in concert at a funky little mob-run nightclub in Milwaukee in Feb 1968... and later I heard the Mothers of Invention at that same venue. Frank Zappa was a heavy smoker (Winston’s), and stopped by our table to ask if anyone had a match. I nearly knocked over a chair as I jumped up to oblige. Trying to recover my cool, I said nonchalantly in a smoky, husky voice, “Here, Frank.”

Okay. Back to planes. There’s the classic folk song by Peter, Paul, & Mary, “I’m leaving on a Jet Plane...” but it’s more of a wistful love song, not something a neurotic worrier mother would sing to her son, especially one trying to escape from her.

Then there’s Bennie & The Jets...oh yeah, in 1971, I saw Elton John get out of a limo stopped at the back stage door of the famous Finsbury Park/London music hall, “The Rainbow.” That was January 1971 when Eric Clapton did a come-back concert. I also saw Pete Townsend and Ringo Starr.

Okay. Back to planes. I’ll settle on the Steve Miller Band and their “Big Old Jet Airliner.” ...



That song was not my favorite by the SMB...but it sums up today’s top story in the narrow confines called my world.

I’m closing out this evening blog with one more song, courtesy of Israel’s hiphop band, Hadag Nachash...Let’s make this song a prayer...it’s already a wish, a yearning, a desire; but sadly, more like a pipe dream: Shalom, Salaam, Peace