Today I would like to tell you the story of how I got punched in the arm outside a James Taylor concert.
I have these wonderful friends, Bron and Craig. You know those friends that you just love – you may not see them all the time, they’re busy with their tribe of awesomely boisterous boys… those people you met way back when and just formed a love connection with… the ones that seem to truly get you and you them? You go over for pancakes and you’re still there four hours later… friends who truly listen, who encourage and believe in you…. I hope you can see your Craig and Bron in your mind’s eye.
I’ve know C & B for, gosh, decades now I guess. I actually went to high school with Craig, though he wasn’t in my year.
This story revolves around these two awesome people… we’ll get to the James Taylor bit in good time.
Let me set the scene – it’s late 2002 and I hear that JT (that’s what the fans call the ORIGINAL JT, Mr James Taylor) is touring our fair nation in February 2003. As soon as I see the ad in the paper, I tell Craig that the T-Man is coming to town. He’s pumped, and unbeknownst to me, begins to hatch a cunning plan.
A few months later, Craig calls me up and tells me that he has tickets to the concert, and I think ‘oh how lovely, a date night for Craig and Bron’, but lo and behold Craig has actually forked out for THREE tickets and tells me that they want to take me – just because, as a gift…. I told you they were quality people. Gob. Smacked. Such kindness.
There’s a catch. Craig wants to surprise Bron with the tickets, so I’m sworn to secrecy. A few months go past, and Bron begins to see more advertising for the shows, tensions rise, and I’m astounded at Craig’s ability to keep a secret from his wife without actually telling porky-pies to her.
Craig and I – the brains trust of this whole operation – concoct this fantastic ruse to get Bron into the city on the night of the concert. At the time, I had this boyfriend (the stories I could tell…) and as Craig and Bron are my super special buddies that have yet to meet him, we decide to meet for dinner at a favourite cafe by the river. But, gosh darn it if the boyfriend and I don’t have to rush off to some invented appointment, so it will have to just be an early dinner and maybe a stroll by the river for C & B. (Insert your best machiavellian. evil laugh here……)
We enjoyed dinner, they met the boyfriend, and Bron and I mourned that we weren’t seeing JT that night. I gave an Oscar worthy performance.
And just then, when you thought it couldn’t get any worse for Craig – who was kind of in the doghouse for not getting tickets before the shows sold out – the mastermind of torment (loving torment) that he is, he actually presented Bron with fake tickets to a JT-tribute concert at a dodgy suburban hotel – oh my goodness, that was a BOLD move…. she was not happy Jan!!**
The boyfriend and I made our excuses after dinner… oh what a shame we’ve got to get to this meeting, so lovely to meet you, sorry to rush off… then raced around to the Arts Centre, where the boyfriend dropped me off and I took up my pre-determined position, milling casually in the crowd. Craig somehow convinced Bron to go for a stroll, right past the concert they weren’t attending, and when Bron locked eyes on me out the front, she rushed up and punched me in the arm!
It was one of the best ruses I’ve ever been part of. Ever. And with the best people.
Once Bron got over the shock, she was ecstatic about what lay ahead… and she wasn’t the only one.
I mean, what kind of awesome friends include you on a really special night like that, just because they love you? Sheesh, I don’t know how I got so lucky in the friendship stakes, and if they’d never taken me to a concert, it would make zero difference to my love for them, but wow, what a special, meaningful gift. We are BIG JT fans and they knew I’d love being there, just as much as they would. (Hey there Craig, hey Bron – I hope you read this – all these years later, again I want to say thank you. Thank you so much.)
The concert was AMAZING. We was utterly transfixed by everything Mr Taylor sang, said and played. The band was sensational, and I was blown away by JT’s long time back-up singer Mr Arnold McCuller. Wow, what a voice that man possesses! I’d go to an Arnold show anywhere, anytime. Incredible. I can still see us in the darkened concert hall… and hear the music. So special.
We had a fantastic night.
Isn’t it lovely to think back sometimes, and remember great nights spent with friends?
There are a lot of memes out there that seem to equate looking back with falling into a pit of depression over the shit in the rear-vision mirror, and I call bullshit on those. Utter bullshit. My life, and I hope your life, in retrospect, has highs and lows, and to not reminisce or look back on precious nights like this one… well that would be just awful.
Dig out a ‘Craig & Bron’ memory, share it with someone, leave it in the comments here… maybe you were the Craig or the Bron, or maybe you were the super lucky pal who got to go along for the ride.
Either way, there’s one thing I will always, always remember about that night….
Take it away James, you gorgeous man. (By the way, that’s Arnold over JT’s shoulder, in the red, with fellow vocal powerhouse David Lesley by his side.)
I’d love to hear your very own C&B stories.
Or your memories of James Taylor concerts.
How sweet it was, and is….
** Any references to levels of crankiness etc are my recollections of an event that happened over 10 years ago, written with love and respect for C&B. If the roles had been reversed, Craig would have been just as happy that his wife had bought 3 tickets, as Bron was (after the shock wore off).
10 thoughts on “How sweet it is… my night with James Taylor”
Still one of the best nights ever!!!! Could have sat a listened to that man sing all night. So glad you were there to share it all! Cheers to wonderful music, beautiful friends and unforgettable nights! X
Best. Think I’ll go and make some pancakes to keep the C&B theme going. Hope you’re well, how goes the reno??
Craig and Bron sound like fab friends. We went to see JT a few years ago when he toured with Carole King. Amazing. My favourite song is the one about shower the people you love with love. Yes great fan I am, can’t remember the bloody name! Kathryn x
That would be ‘Shower The People’ – a beautiful, beautiful song indeed Kathryn. Sigh, I love JT.
Wow, what a secret to keep! Love the whole act – right up to the very end. Well played!
Why thank you! It was fun to be part of such a great surprise. Best. Night. Ever.
nice one! … that’s a lovely story about true friends Annette!
They are LEGENDS Merilyn, utter legends!
Oh such a great story and performance. xx
It was a great night Zoe!