|Me with Howlin' Pelle Almqvist|
Pelle Almqvist fronts the extraordinary Rock N' Roll group The Hives with a cool and calculated abandon, kind of like a maniacal circus ringmaster fronts The Lions. No mere mortal can hope to keep up with this Swedish cyclone when it comes to ruling a concert stage. Never at a loss of words and always quick with a compliment, all of which are usual directed towards himself, Almqvist shocks and delights and astounds audiences worldwide while his band-mates consistently kick major ass.
I live a charmed life and, thus, have one-than-once witnessed Almqvist in his natural habitat. I've marveled at his ability to commandeer the attention of a late-arriving audience of PINK fans one night at The Palace of Auburn Hills, and then watched in awe as he lorded over a room filled with rabid The Hives' fans at The House of Blues in Cleveland on another night. Directing his crowd surfing on command, sharing stories and popcorn with his audience, drinking other peoples' beers and of course SINGING GREAT SONGS are all reasons for my admiration and adoration.
When I'm finally old and gray, I will eagerly gather the great-grandchildren around me and regale them with stories of Howlin' Pelle Almqvist and his on-stage adventures.
As the giant fire roars in the background, the little children will all ask...
"GrandPaPa Kurt, did you really see Howlin' Pelle in person?"
"GrandPaPa Kurt, what was he like?"
"GrandPaPa Kurt, was he really as great as the history books say he was?"
And I will answer...
Yes I saw him.
I really saw him
And he was incredible.
More incredible than you could ever possibly imagine!"
And the little wide-eyed children will look up at me and say...
"Wow GrandPaPa Kurt...you rock."
Rock This I Say...