Laser Shows

In the 80s and 90s I went to a lot of laser shows. Laser Dark Side of The Moon, Laser Stones, Laser Rush, to name a very few. I haven't thought much about them in recent years. Tonight I did, and the longing I felt almost brought me to tears (Yes, really. What do you think you're reading here, a political blog?)Those shows were wonderful in an all-encompasing, completely enveloping way.

The earliest laser shows I went to were at the Miami Planetarium. I lived and worked close by, so I felt no remorse in going to Laser Rush not just a second time, but a third. This was in 1984. I wasn't a Rush fan at the time. I didn't get Geddy Lee's voice then. But as the loud music filled my ears and beautiful patterns danced across the domed 'sky' I was more settled, more content than I'd ever been.

The shows started with the room going dark and then pitch black, revealing a perfect night sky of twinkling stars. In that moment I felt home. No, that's too trite. All I can say is it was a soul-satisfying experience.

Laser shows were 90 minutes of pure heaven- except for one Laser Zeppelin show when a near riot erupted over warring factions of "STAIRWAY!!!" and "SHUT THE F UP!!", but never mind.

In the world I'd like to live in, there would be laseriums with movie theater hours. One could choose from a variety of laser shows any day of the week.

I don't remember if I ever saw Laser Moody Blues, but that would be awesome. Laser Quadrophenia would be great too. And of course Laser Rush would be a must.