There are a lot of those once in a lifetime moments. There are the priceless few you wish you could relive just one more night.

The heart racing and adrenaline that made you question reality. The blood could literally be felt rushing through your veins. The excitement was intoxicating. As soon as you thought you were coming down – had it under control – you would peak again.

Every God given sense worked overtime… The stimulation made your eyes water with tears large enough to fill a river. It was impossible to take it all in. You could hear everything but nothing at all because the sound of your heart beating faster to the rhythm drowned it all out. The scent was overwhelming like nothing you had ever smelled before. All types of earthy smells tickled your nose.

You could almost taste the exhilaration. Sweet and salty even though your mouth was dry from the barely controlled bouts of verbal declaration of love. The titillation wound around every nerve and could be felt in every cell of your body.

All this just mere seconds before the concert started.

Weeks after my daughter’s eighteenth birthday, I took her to her first old school concert. The ticket price was astronomical especially on a single mother’s salary. Some would say my Midget is spoiled and she would willingly concur. I on the other hand willfully accepted my fate of eating ramen noodles over the next few months.

And hell let’s admit it – the day I got the tickets, I was that high school girl swooning over the strangely sexy foreign drummer!

Phil Collins… and Against All Odds, I scored floor seats!

The day of the concert, we both went through random bouts of barely restraining ourselves from dancing around the hotel room singing at the top of our lungs, ‘I can feel it in the air tonight, oh lord.’ The singing continued, in the shower, while getting dressed, and the entire trip to the arena. All of which was accompanied by the entire Still Not Dead Yet setlist – twice.

People were lined up for what seemed like miles anticipating being mere feet away from the drummer, singer and rock band icon. Once in the building, there was little doubt that every 70 and 80s child was compacted into the overflowing structure.

There was not an empty seat in sight. Of course, not until the London born gent hobbled, cane in hand, on stage and to the microphone. It was like a well synchronized water ballet. Everyone stood in succession, screaming and throwing their hands about. It looked like something out of a zombie apocalypse… of course everyone was well put together and did not have body parts falling off.

Phil was amazing from the first tune. It was more than obvious why the now Mr. Magoo lookalike is so admired, stalked and has sold over 150 million albums. The entire stadium materialized into band members and backup singers. Everyone, including me and my daughter, sang along.

He was amazing, priceless and unfortunately once in a lifetime. Phil’s last song was ‘Take Me Home.’ Such a befitting tune for the world’s best selling artist. Seeing him was definitely just Another Day in Paradise!

If you know Phil, I highly recommend dusting off the old vinyls and Follow You Follow Me. If you have never experienced this magical musician – just ask Alexa for One More Night.

Oh think twice, it’s another day for you and me in paradise

Oh think twice, ’cause it’s just another day for you,

You and me in paradise, think about it

Phil Collins