I think I know why I like to visit Florida, for the warm January sun, the sea breezes, the swaying palm trees. But now I think I know why I wouldn't want to live here.
It all comes down to the entertainment.
I admit, I occasionally like to listen to music from the '50 and '60s and '70s. B and I go dancing about once a month, and the music often comes from the 1940s (Fox Trot) or 1950s (Swing). B dragged me to see Mamma Mia! a few years ago and I enjoyed the music and the dancing. (I did not go back with her when she went with a friend to the Mamma Mia! sing-along.) Now there's a sequel coming out Mamma Mia -- Here We Go Again! She'll probably want to go to that one as well, and I will probably go with her.
A couple of years ago I also went to a performance of "Lennon Reimagined" by The Nutopians, a relatively small-time engagement held at a local venue in suburban New York. I enjoyed it a lot.
But at some point, isn't enough enough? Looking around for something to do here in Florida, I couldn't help but notice the entertainment offerings advertised in the local newspaper. Here's what's coming up for the next week or so in the Sarasota area:
The Doo Wop Project -- five guys singing harmonies from the street corner
Paul Anka -- not a cover band; the real thing
Cabaret -- a remake of the '60s musical
In the Mood -- a 1940s musical revue
Michael Feinstein -- celebrating Sinatra, Dean Martin and others
Creedance Clearwater Revisited
The Vogues -- remember them? "You're the One," "Five O'Clock World"
The Shake, Rattle and Soul Fest -- featuring an Elvis tribute band
Jimmy Buffett tribute
Stayin' Alive -- tribute to the Bee Gees
Morrison and Joplin Review
Born to Be Wild Party -- featuring a Rolling Stones tribute
Barry Manilow -- again, the real thing, straight from the 1970s
Paisley Craze -- The ultimate '60s party band
Tapestry -- a tribute to Carole King
Scarborough Fair -- a Simon & Garfunkel experience
I mean, did they miss anybody? Like I say, I like nostalgia as much as the next person. But I wouldn't want to be steeped in it, like they are in Florida, week after week, month after month, for the rest of my life, to the exclusion of everything else in the world.
I don't mean to be anti-Florida. I'm not. After all, I come here every year. I just think there's something to be said for living in the real world, and not cordoning yourself off into the retirement world . . . at least not full time.
That being said, here's a John Lennon mashup that I like, just two old guys singing their hearts out . . .