(at home with Watch Me Bleed blasting from the Ipod)
Mak: What's that song?
Me: That's a song by Tears for Fears. Mama and Papa used to listen to them when we were younger. They're coming tonight so were going to a concert to listen to them.
MacDaddy: Tomorrow I'll let you listen to their songs.
Me: You guys will love Shout. I'm sure.
A few hours later, over dessert and moments before we were all set to relive the good ole' days, we got around to talking with some friends about their teenage child and her new could-be-special (what's the term these days anyway?) friend. Of course we couldn't help but pry: What's his name? Who are his parents? Lucky for her Too bad there was just no time to be nosy.
The concert started and blew us all away. We screamed. We danced. We screamed and danced. Curt Smith and Roland Orzabal transported us back to a time when things were dark and grey and murky and twisty because that's what the teenage years were all about. And then somewhere in the middle they catapulted us right back to the now as they sang new songs about rivers, love, parenthood and happy endings. When every mother's loving every son/ when all is love/ there'll be love for everyone. Curt's words (from his new song All is Love. not performed in concert) , not mine. This complete with a brighter, fresher, mellower sound.