Barbra, Can You Hear Me?

Hello Friends,

I hope you’re all doing well and are enjoying your summer. The sun is out, the sky is blue, the soft grass is green. Life is good.

Life is especially good since I found out my favorite singer in the world is coming to Barclays Center this week. That’s right. Babs is coming to us!

I love Barbra Streisand. I love her voice. I love her movies (The Way We Were, Funny Girl, The Prince of Tides, and my favorite A Star is Born, to name just a few). I’m a huge fan. So when my husband mentioned she was performing at Barclay’s Center, my head almost exploded. Until I checked out ticket prices and availability. There are so few tickets left and the (almost) affordable seats are way up high in the rafters. Floor seats are in the neighborhood of $1k ea., not a neighborhood I can get to.

So, to have a little fun, I drafted my version of Barbra’s amazing song from Yentl. A plea, if you will, for her help.

If you know it, feel free to sing along. If we sing it loud enough, who knows?

Barbra can you hear me? 

(I really would love to see you in concert.)

Barbra can you see me?

(I can really see myself in the audience but I can’t see paying $600. for one ticket. In the rafters.)

Barbra, can you find me a spare seat? Or two?

Barbra, are you near me?

(I’d love to sit near the stage, preferably within the first ten rows?)

Barbra can you hear me?

(TWO TICKETS PLEASE!)

Barbra can you help me not miss this concert?

(You’re my favorite singer. You sang my wedding song. You were pregnant the same time as my mother -she-likes-to remind-me-every-time-I-mention-you-as-if-you-two-are-great-friends-and-the-only-two-women-pregnant-in-1968, but I digress)

Looking at the sales, I seem to see a million (or close to it) tickets sold. Which ones are mine?

Where are you that I can listen to you sing? Before you wave goodbye and close your doors?

The night is so much darker

The wind so much colder

The world I see is so much bigger

(From the upper deck in Barclays Center.)

Barbra please forgive me.

Try to understand me.

Barbra don’t you know I have no choice?

(My son is a HS senior and college shopping. If I buy 2 tickets I’ll have to feed my children lentils.)

Can you hear me praying?

Anything I’m saying?

Even though the night is filled with voices (of people who all have a ticket to see your show?)

Barbra? Can you hear me?

 

If anyone goes, please tell me how she was. No don’t. Okay, yes. Please do.