This video was done Wednesday, March 27, 2013 at the 7165 lounge in Philadelphia. The band is the Grand Slam Jam band and on this number Brett Jolly is singing the lead on the classic “I shot the Sheriff.” Unfortunately there are no close up shots, but we hope you enjoy the video. Thank you and have a great day.
Mr. Poet. I have noticed that some people don’t want to admit that they’re past 40. Yet some don’t make it to 30. Well, I say to them, be proud of your age. For all those years behind you there’s wisdom for you to share with others. Those years ahead, are just that – ahead. One thing for sure, whatever is in your path, you know how, what, when, and why to accept or reject with the wisdom they convey. And for sure, you don’t sweat the small stuff anymore. 50+ is the age where you know what you want, when you want it, and how you are going to get it, and even if you should have it. What would you say to people 50+? Thank you.
What would I say? I would tell people over 50 that 8 tracks are long gone. In fact, I would tell people over 50 that vinyl records are also extinct. Even the VCR is outta here, and forget about pay phones anymore. I guess the most important thing I would tell people over 50 is that life is by “no means” over. There is a smidgeon of truth to the fact that “Life is what you make it.” Some folks will tell you that you are too old and too “past your prime” to have new dreams, but that’s ridiculous. The only thing that can hold you back now is “you.” When I managed senior citizen dwellings I used to marvel at how different each resident was. Even though they all were over 65, some of them looked to be a lot older than their actual ages, while others looked to be a lot younger. Some residents were in great shape while others were not. From this I concluded that people actually do “age” at different rates. To me, this means that at the age of 50 you can still have control when it comes to enjoying your life. I remember a couple of summers ago I was performing in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware when a car pulled up to me with about 5 occupants in it. When it stopped, one of the guys yelled out to me and called me the “N’ word (n—–). He was a younger White guy with somewhat of an athletic build… Anyway, he thought that just because I was “older” that he could wrestle me to the ground and beat me up in front of his friends. Originally I thought he was joking, but when he head-butted me I instantly knew he was NOT bluffing at all. He was about in his late twenties and I was nowhere near as young as him, but I managed to push him off, reach back and “clock” him with a roundhouse right that sent him about 8 feet backwards to the ground. While he was on the ground a girl got out of the car, picked him up and took him back to the car, which then drove off with him in it.I guess I was not as easy a conquest as he expected me to be. I am mentioning this story because under normal circumstances no one would have expected a man my age to overcome an attack from one as young as he. The key point here is that I actually “expected” nothing less than to succeed, and that is why the results of this combat were in my favor. When it comes to age, it is not your physical abilities that limit you, but rather what you believe you can do “in your heart and mind.” If you use your age as an excuse then be prepared for many “more” excuses. People over 50 can have as much fun as you want, and still do the things that others may not think possible. For me, 50 wasn’t the end, but rather the “beginning.” If there is anyone who thinks I don’t have much of a life ahead, I can only tell you to “stay tuned.” For others out there who are grappling with the prospect of getting “older” feel blessed and take note that getting older is MUCH better than the “alternative.” You are smarter, you are wiser, and you are more aware than you have “ever” been in life. You have all of this plus the fact that you look great, too. “You… are fifty.” The world is yours to enjoy… Go for it, and as always here is the Phantom Poet to mess this concept all up:
I’d like to tell you that you are as old as you “feel”
That doesn’t mean go “feel” some 20-year-old with sex appeal
But if she has something I can hold onto then that might lift me
This is what will make me feel good when I turn fifty
When out on the dance floor trying to do my strut
I may fall and feel embarrassed and fall on my butt
I might have put on a little weight, so no one else can lift me
This is what I have to look forward to when I get to be fifty
I cannot stand rap music and it hurts my ears
The young kids tell me that I am too old in years
The only way I can get with a young girl is if I get her tipsy
Man, that’s insulting when you get to be fifty
You’re a tad bit over weight by a few pounds and one ounce
And when you go to restaurants and movies you get AARP discounts
They don’t even check to see if I have my ID with me
That’s what you look forward to when you get to be fifty
When I try to sing at concerts and perform in plays
I cannot hit the same notes I used to hit back in younger days
When I tried to impress this young girl she thought I was being shifty
She smiled at me and said, ”You’re old enough to be fifty
Yet now I am in great shape and looking rather “neat”
And sexually I think I am just beginning to reach my “peak”
I really don’t need anything so there is nothing you can “give me”
Except for maybe that little “blue” pill…but guess what? I’m “fifty…”
“Just wait until I get to be 80” The Phantom Poet
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The Stylistics and Brett Jolly in concert
“Birthdays and those special people in your life that have them.” In the past few days I have paid homage to 3 different people who had a “major” impact on my life and today I hope you don’t mind me sharing with you. First, on March 25 my mother, Rowena Jolly, would have celebrated her 80th birthday (She passed away in 2004 from ovarian cancer). Her circumstances get a little easier to deal with as each year passes but it still never stops me from reflecting on what “could have been.” You see, when my mother was feeling ill she went to a particular hospital and that hospital kept her for well over 3 months and finally released her saying that they could find “nothing wrong” with her. My mother knew that she was not feeling well, so she then went to another hospital where they immediately discovered her “ovarian caner” but at that point it had already spread to being “terminal.” A lot of thoughts went through my mind, including litigation towards the hospital that couldn’t diagnose her correctly, but then what would that do? No amount of money in the world can bring her back, and to go after the hospital would only have been an act of retribution and vindication. It is not what my mother would have wanted, so we never gave it any consideration. On the next day, March 26, I celebrated the birth date of my former friend and employer, crooner Teddy Pendergrass. I remember years ago when Teddy was scheduled to play a gig in Mobile, Alabama, and his bass played “pulled out” on him 2 days before the gig. I was asked to participate in an “emergency” rehearsal with no preparation whatsoever. At first I actually was considering “turning it down” because to join him would have meant that I would have needed to sacrifice other pending gigs that I had locally. However, I did in fact show through, and they ran down the “entire” show straight and I “played” it without any mistakes or flaws. After the rehearsal was over, Teddy came up to me and said, “I can’t believe you just did that. You came in here cold and actually played my show better than my regular bass player. I would love to have you. Would you like to join my band?” I always have a problem telling people “no” and in this instance I “lost out” again. It was actually one of the greatest decisions in my life that I had made, and the rest of that is history. Teddy may not have been the most congenial of people to deal with, but he treated us like we were his “only” friends. We laughed together, talked about people and had some “really’ great conversations while being stuck waiting in airports. I have a “lot’ of stories about my life on the road with him, but I will save that for “another” day. Finally, today. March 27, is my son Elton Brett Jolly Jr.’s birthday. He is so special to me, and he is an innocent man who is actually “searching” for a good woman to be with. He was diagnosed with a “slight” degree of autism, but he is functioning fully and working a part time job. Sometimes his circumstances make it tough for him to fit in where he wants to belong, but he is doing well and I am “very” proud of him. I never looked at him any differently in his life and I always accepted him as the son I love “unconditionally.” Today is his birthday, and I am about to go “beat him down” with birthday hits:) He never gave up on me, and I will never give up on him. I have learned a lot from his circumstances. Tomorrow I don’t think I have anyone listed on the “birthday list.” Three in a row is enough for me. I thank you for allowing me to feature part of my own life story today, and I only hope that you have people in your lives that have influenced you just as positively as these people have influenced me. Thank you and please have a truly blessed day. The Phantom Poet will return to his regularly scheduled program tomorrow.
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Brett Jolly and Teddy Pendergrass in concert