I landed in Cleveland this morning and as the tires hit the tarmac, I thought of doing a reckless thing: of not going directly to the QA TV studio set to drop off my supplies and hang my clothes, but rather stopping somewhere I have wanted to go for nearly two decades.
When I saw what rental car was assigned to me (and I burst out laughing)…
And when I started the car, The Doors “L.A. Woman” was blaring on the radio, I knew it was fate: God was telling me to take an hour for myself and go to…you guessed it…
THE ROCK AND ROLL HALL OF FAME
Oh, what a TOTAL RUSH it was to be here. Never one capable of mastering a poker face, I knew I had a silly grin and couldn’t curb my exhilaration when I handed my ticket to the attendant because he told me, “We love having people like you here!”
I had a mere 40 minutes to cruise the various exhibits, and it wasn’t nearly enough time to take in such an incredible place.
They had an interesting exhibit/ kiosk called “Influences” where with a touch screen you could listen to what bands have influenced each other. For instance, you tap U2 and two key influences (Patti Smith and Television) would pop up. Then I tapped one band I really like, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Flea relayed what a huge role George Clinton played in his musical development. Well, having listened to a little Parliament in my day, it makes total sense, but I had never made the connection.
I then whisked through the Elvis exhibit to stop and gape at Jimi Hendrix’s drawings. (Entirely self-taught, he was a talented graphic artist from a very young age.) I paused at the Billy Joel quote on the wall (“If you’re not loving what you are doing, you’re doing something wrong”) then marveled at the 1973 jacket worn by John Paul Jones (Led Zeppelin) for their concert film, “The Song Remains the Same.” (All aspiring Bernina designers should really look to rock couture to see some of the outrageous, out-of-the-box garments produced!) Then of course, there was the Thriller jacket worn by Michael Jackson, which brought me back to my tween days of inviting all my neighborhood girlfriends over as we tried to master the Thriller dance. The grand finale was going up a few flights to gape at The Wall tribute––truly frightening in a Tim Burton kind of way.
All in all it was so fun, and I even got some stranger to take a picture of me to prove that I really was here.
And as my eyes are closed, I’ll never be as cool as this guy…
This entire experience has me scheming the next Quilting Arts challenge, and yes, it will be musically oriented.
I then went to the studio where they’d been wondering where I’d been. I pointed to my wrist where the museum had placed a band and not being able to see the fine print, they asked if I had been in the hospital. In a way, maybe I was because that time at the museum was most assuredly recuperative.
So I’m here, my home away from home:
If interested stay tuned tomorrow for a recap of the first day of QA TV taping!