Doctor My Eyes
Doctor my eyes, have gotten so bad that when I went to see Jackson Browne last week I could hardly see him and I was in the second row! The good thing was that I didn’t see his grey hair or his wrinkles, and considering his wasn’t wearing glasses, he couldn’t see mine either. He looked just like he did when I saw him 35 years ago at the Main Point in Bryn Mawr, Pa. and hopefully I looked exactly the same to him as well. As Jackson started to sing his voice was a little hoarse. Ah well, age takes it toll in many ways. And then he said that he had pork chops, mushrooms and thick gravy for dinner and he thought perhaps some of that stuck to his tonsils. As soon as the words came out of his mouth he added that he would rather have us think he was sick rather than leave us with that thought in our heads. Uggghhh too late, the image was immediately seared in my mind. And so he cleared his throat and started to sing again and he was still hoarse. He stopped, took a sip of water, a lozenge, some hot tea and then without any warning, he did a big guttural hrrrumpf and spit- right onto the floor. Even without glasses, I saw something fly out of his mouth, I think it was a mushroom and considering where I was seated, I was lucky it didn’t hit me in the head. The crowd made one big unanimous EEEWWWW! Now we all have that image forever ingrained in our brains. But we don’t care Jackson – now you can sing again. And that is what we love best about you. Thanks Jackson – and stay away from mushrooms, you know I am allergic to them!