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Yeah, MS, Woo!

Multiple Sclerosis goes dancing


The Rolling Stones were coming to town!!!!  Yes, THE Rolling Stones, right to my little corner of the world!

Ok, if you insist on being specific, it was not my town but the town right next door to my town.   The town that I could drive to in less than 10 minutes.  How much more exciting can things get?

Please allow me to digress slightly.

Previously I blogged about how I am not a fan of spring (Chop Their Happy Little Heads Off.)  True, I do not like the bugs, pollen, noises, crowds, heat and humidity that comes with spring and thus why I claim I do not like the season as a whole.

Recently however, I discovered (without even shelling out a dime for therapy) a secret, darker reason why I don’t like spring.  Turns out, it’s a sad, emotional reason.


Here it goes- in my younger, exciting, party days, spring was the official start of the party season.  My friends and I would begin to venture out of our tiny, crappy apartments and gear up for beach parties, dive bar parties, wedding parties, patio parties, house parties and any other party we could come up with.

One friend lived on a farm and staged a three day “Welcome to Spring” party each year.  You could stumble home and come back during the three days or pass out in the hay next to the chickens- your choice.  But the party was on!


Memorial Day was actually called “Memorial Day” as it was always an event just trying to remember how you spent it.  If you had a memory of the party that weekend, than you were memorable indeed.

But whether from multiple sclerosis fatigue or the scary aging process, these days, I prefer the cocoon of cold weather in the winter and the anticipation and stocking up for the cocoon in autumn.  Spring comes and I have no excuse to hide.  And since my energy is zapped and I no longer have the party spirit, I feel like I’m missing out.

Somewhere around me is a cute 21 year old girl with a future, sitting by a bonfire and flirting with guys just a little wild.   That girl is not me.  If she were me, she would actually be holed up on her sofa with an iced tea and a good book, doing her best not to fall into a nap that will disrupt her sleep cycle for days.


But she used to be me and when spring arrives I feel like I am missing something.  And when I can’t FIND what I’m missing then I start to REMEMBER what I’m missing and it just makes me feel old.

So, when my Rolling Stones fairy godmother sent me a text to tell me that the next day the Stones would be appearing in the little town next to ours, I couldn’t say no.  Suddenly, since it was late April, the air of excitement hit and I looked forward to getting out.  I was going to party and see the Stones and maybe this year I would be young and fun once again.

It didn’t matter that the Stones were appearing in a concert DVD, Shine a Light, at a local hall as a fundraiser for a radio station- it was the Stones in my very own neighborhood.


It didn’t matter that my fairy godmother and I would each pay $10 to see this DVD at this hall when we each had the same DVD at home and had watched it several times before.

And it didn’t matter that we would pay $7 for a small glass of wine when we each had plenty of bottles of wine at home.  We were getting out!  We were being social!  It was the Rolling Stones!

We reasoned that as this town was the source of many of our parties, we would likely see some old party friends at this event.  And since I was getting so caught up in the spring air I even started to wonder if maybe I would meet some cute male Stones fan I never knew existed.  It was spring and the possibilities were endless!

We donned our concert t-shirts and rock buttons and headed out.  We arrived early and sat in my car for a bit, where we watched old people, like really old, like mid-sixties and stuff, venture into the hall.

Where were they going?  They couldn’t be going to the airing of the Stones DVD- they were too old.   My friend and I knew better.


Like we knew how wrong the DJ was when he teased some of those old folks about how Mick Jagger himself might show up.  What an idiot.  Everyone knows that it’s Keith who actually shows up to these things. Maybe Ronnie if he happened to be in the neighborhood but definitely not Mick.

We got our overpriced cheap wine in the plastic cups and headed in.   And everyone WAS older than us!  Everyone except the venue manager who kept calling the concert film and others like it “vintage.”

What the hell does “vintage” mean?  I thought it referred to wine that actually tasted like it cost $7 which our wine did not.


As for the male Stones fan I would fall madly in love with? He was there alright.  My age approximately, kind of handsome but standing in the back by himself and not at all friendly.  All of that would be ok if he stood in the back so he could dance.  BUT HE DIDN’T!!!

In fact, NOBODY DID!

It was killing my friend and I.    We clapped and yelled and chair danced through the whole first half and then Tumbling Dice came on and we couldn’t help ourselves.  We danced. As the saying goes, “we danced like no one was watching” which was not the case as since we were the only ones, everyone was watching.  We didn’t care.

I tried to ignore the fact that we had to sit down right after that song. What happened to the days when we just HAD to dance through the whole concert?

The real surprise came when the Stones played Brown Sugar.  It was then that I realized my friend and I were in an alternate universe.  Nobody moved.  You have to be in a coma to not dance to Brown Sugar.


I was at a live show once and a guy was taken out on a stretcher after a brutal fight with the very drunk biker behind him.  Even as the blood was spurting from his multiple injuries, the guy was waving his arms along with the “I say yeah, yeah, yeah, woo” lyrics he was hearing.

At this hall near my hometown, I was dancing.

My friend was dancing.

But the young manager who called the film “vintage” was not.


The kind of cute, rude guy was not.

The other members of the audience who may have technically been closer in age to Mick and Keith than I was, were not.

It didn’t matter that they politely clapped after each song.  How could they possibly be appreciating the music if it wasn’t giving them the energy to move?

The Stones had even played Start Me Up and again, nothing.

It was then that I realized something important.

This knowledge is crucial.

It may even reverse aging or even, maybe, just maybe, cure multiple sclerosis.

The lesson is this-

No matter how old you are or how tired you are or how weak you are, you can still rock life and have fun.

You just have to appreciate the Rolling Stones to do so…..



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Like an MS Rolling Stone

Classic rock for MS’ers

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I have been terribly remiss in keeping you, my dear friends, posted on important things going on. I have completely dropped the ball on filling in the details. For that, I greatly apologize.

I know you have all been on pins and needles, different pins and needles from the ones your MS usually puts you on, to hear how things went in June. Did I survive the Rolling Stones concert over one month ago?

Well, finally, here’s the scoop.

I did survive and it was absolutely amazing!

I attended the show with my Rolling Stones fairy godmother and another friend of ours. Three hot, classic rock chicks psyched for some great music hit the road. And incredibly, we found Keith Richards stranded by the side of the highway in need of a ride to his own show!


We picked him up and he was very grateful.

Wait, something doesn’t feel right. Oh, MS moment time.

That didn’t actually happen to my friends and me. It happened to some people I don’t even know but I saw it on the news. And the rock star was not Keith but Dave Matthews. Sometimes my MS brain confuses things here and there.

We did however get to meet Mick outside. I have proof-please see the photo below of my Rolling Stones fairy godmother and I posing with him.


I know what you are thinking. That is not Mick but just some guy in a Mick Jagger mask.

We thought that too. So we asked him and he assured us that yes, he was the real thing scoping out the before concert crowds. Exciting!

But here is the main point- multiple sclerosis is no match for the longevity and talent of the Rolling Stones! Not only did I survive but thrived through the concert!


I didn’t need the embarrassing ear plugs as the music was just pure classic and of incredible sound quality. Beautiful music to my super sensitive ears- total score.

I only needed one bathroom break and since our seats happened to be somewhat near the ladies room, I only missed one verse of Midnight Rambler which was broadcast from the restroom speakers anyway.

And, I was only mildly fatigued. My unusual energy didn’t come from any legal speed prescription from my neuro- my MS brain forgot to ask for a new RX.

Perhaps this energy came by osmosis from Mick to me.


How does he do it? Mick just doesn’t stop. He sang, danced and ran around more than my two year old nephew. And even my nephew needs a nap after two hours. Mick went for almost three.

It was a great night in the city of Boston with Mick even sporting a Bruins jersey to add even more perfection to the show.

mick bruins

Since I miraculously managed to enjoy the show without too much fatigue, I also wasn’t experiencing any brain fog. As such, I was able to discover something new about the Stones catalog.

I have mentioned before that Keith had an aunt who died from multiple sclerosis and so he is sympathetic to our plight.

What I didn’t realize before this June night was that so much of their catalog is written specifically for us MS’ers.

Thank you Keith!

Don’t believe me? Please allow me to offer these numerous examples just from the 22 song set list of the first Boston show.

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Sway– “It’s just that demon life has got me in its sway”

You’ve got the Silver– I do. I do have the silver. Between the brace, the cane, the wheelchair and the medic alert bracelet, we MS’ers sure do have some silver.

Start Me Up– Who needs Provigil when you’ve got Mick, Keith, Ronnie and Charlie to get you going?

Jumping Jack Flash– the ultimate spasticity song if ever there was one!

You Can’t Always Get What You Want-Tell me about it. I would like one night where I don’t have to get up to pee 20 times. How about a night when I only have to get up ten or maybe just eight or nine times? That’s what I want. Is that too much to ask?

I’m Going Down– Please. If that is not an MS anthem then I don’t know what is….

One More Shot– As in, one more shot before I can start Tecfidera?  Yea!

Doom and Gloom– “Feeling kind of hurt. Sitting in the dirt. All I hear is doom and gloom.”


Before They Make Me Run-“….pills and powders, you can choose your medicine….” Keith predicted the end of injections back in the 70’s!

Midnight Rambler– A song describing an MS’ers brain on one of their middle of the night bathroom jaunts.

Sympathy for the Devil– the devil is a veiled disguise for the insidious illness known as multiple sclerosis. And it deserves no sympathy which is the point of the song. “Hope you guessed my name. But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game…”

Get Off of My Cloud– An MS’er’s response when non-ms’ers say something that ticks us off! “Hey! You! Get off of my cloud! Don’t hang around cause two’s a crowd…”

Tumbling Dice– I didn’t fall exactly, I just took a tumble with one of my MS friends. “Baby there’s a fever in the funk house now. This low down bitchin’ got my poor feet a itchin’


Satisfaction– As in I can’t get no….”Cause I try and I try and I try and I try, try, try”

So there you have it. Over half of the Stones set list for just one of their many concerts are multiple sclerosis themed.

Don’t believe me? Think this is just a coincidence? Well, I have proof.

I asked Mick when he posed for the picture with us and he said it was true. And this Mick wouldn’t lie, would he?