s-a-t-u-r-d-a-y…NIGHT!

When I was 13, I was desperately in love with The Bay City Rollers — and FULLY believed that I would grow up to marry Woody, go on a Rock n’ Roll Honeymoon, and then live happily ever after in Scotland for the rest of my days. As silly as it seems now, going to see them in concert was the high point of my life up ’til then, and even many years beyond — and the only way I was able to do it was because I had friends with parents who were kind enough to drive us all the way from Fresno to San Jose to do so. With a million kids, a business to run, and endless matrimonial warfare to wage against each other, my own parents weren’t really available to haul their plaid-bedecked adolescent daughter and her giggling girlfriends 4 hours away to see their Tiger Beat teen dreamboats sing about Summer Love and Saturday Night.

Fast forward several decades. Today, Gregory and I are driving our son and his buddies to see Metallica, Megadeth, Slayer, and Anthrax in Indio, California — a three hour drive from LA. We will then be exploring the area and driving them home late this evening. Yes, this sounds like a hassle. Yes, it is a little indulgent. However, I always appreciated with all my heart what my friend’s parents did for me that early summer day when I was 13 — and I never forgot it. I have no doubt that our amazing son, Hunter — who verily lives and breathes music — never will either.

So, this day is dedicated, across time and space, to April Bartlett’s parents…who gave up a day of their lives to show a young girl from Fresno how it’s fucking done.

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About muffybolding

Muffy Bolding is a mother/writer/actor/knitter/feminist/withered debutante who likes the smell of asparagus pee, and remains obsessed with the bathroom hygiene of her three children -- despite the fact that they are 23, 19, and 16. She is blissfully married to a cute Jewish boy who looks like Willie Wonka, but remains tragically in love with the dead poet, Ted Hughes. She has the mouth of a Teamster, and her patron saint is Rocco (pestilence relief.) Ms. Bolding lives in Southern California, where she enjoys typing words, making movies, and plucking the rings from the fingers of the dead. She was the co-creator and Editor-in-Chief of the award winning satire zine, Fresno Lampoon, and in between writing screenplays, carnival barking, and savagely threatening her trio of darling larvae with a wooden spoon, she currently publishes the zine, "Withered Debutante." More of her work can also be found in the anthology, "Mamaphonic: Balancing Motherhood and Other Creative Acts", the compilation zine, "Mamaphiles III: Coming Home", as well as in The Cortland Review and hipmama.com. She is currently writing and producing for film and television, and working on a book of essays entitled, "Inside A Chinese Dragon." She has slept around, but not nearly as much as she would have liked.
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One Response to s-a-t-u-r-d-a-y…NIGHT!

  1. Madge says:

    I could never get past their pants. They really, really bothered me.

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