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\"Greatest+Hits+Air_Supply_Greatest_Hits\"<\/a>She of the Karaoke Tribe, from the Archipelago of the Interminable Love Song, where Karen Carpenter never goes out of style, has not asked me to prove my love, but when she says she wants to go with her Filipina \u00e9migr\u00e9 friends to Diamond Jo Casino in Dubuque, Iowa, to see Air Supply Live!<\/i> in concert, I seize this as an opportunity, after twelve years of marriage, akin to a renewal of vows, and as close to sacrificing my life for her as I\u2019m going to get.\u00a0It\u2019s a card I will hold in reserve.\u00a0\u201cYes, I cheated on you with your best friend, but don\u2019t forget, I went to see Air Supply Live! <\/i>with you at Diamond Jo Casino in Dubuque.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n

Hard work, marriage.\u00a0<\/p>\n

You remember Air Supply and what they sang.\u00a0Of course you do.\u00a0That song.\u00a0And the one that sounded just like it, and that other one, too.\u00a0Yeah.\u00a0Those.\u00a0<\/p>\n

If I seem as enthusiastic about the concert as a zombie at a baby shower, then that\u2019s twice as enthusiastic as I mean to seem.\u00a0I embarrass easily.\u00a0I\u2019m overly self-conscious, and when someone does something really stupid around me, such as wearing a fake deer head to get attention, as I saw recently on a commuter flight, I feel that it\u2019s me wearing that deer head. The same holds true at an Air Supply concert. I feel as though it\u2019s me belting out stale lyrics along with the audience.\u00a0<\/p>\n

But it\u2019s not me.\u00a0It\u2019s Margie. She is a loyal soul who loves without apology or embarrassment. I did not grow up listening to Air Supply, and so I don\u2019t see what she sees performing on stage.\u00a0I see a man, bedecked with a rhombus of white hair and a tag-sale Sgt. Pepper jacket, and his taller partner, Russell, likewise white haired, with a microphone wrapped from ear to mouth, almost retro, it\u2019s so conspicuous.\u00a0The room, including the stage and bar, is only about half the size of an Olympic swimming pool.\u00a0Does Russell need a microphone at all?\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s great to be back in your lovely state,\u201d Russell tells the crowd of a hundred and fifty at most.\u00a0Margie and I sit in folding chairs near the front of the stage.\u00a0\u201cEveryone says that, don\u2019t they?\u201d<\/p>\n

And it\u2019s true that it feels like a line, but he has to say it, I guess. It\u2019s part of the package, though he conspicuously left off the name of the state it\u2019s so great to be back in.\u00a0Is he thinking, Idaho? No, Ohio? I had it a second ago!<\/i><\/p>\n

Guitar strung around his neck, he tries to make a connection with the chattering crowd.\u00a0\u201cDo you ever feel you need to go someplace alone?\u201d he asks.\u00a0\u201cI need that.\u00a0In my house, I have places that no one knows about \u2026 not even me. A sanctuary.\u201d\u00a0He laughs and turns to the band of four young men behind him, who seem awake enough to give him courtesy laughs in return.<\/p>\n

I do like his sense of irony. He has my respect for that. Maybe he couldn\u2019t care less about this quadrillionth gig of his, but he has to pretend he cares, while dropping hints that he\u2019s not going to take himself too seriously anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n

The other one, Graham, keeps signaling for more applause, talks about this being the kickoff of the world tour.\u00a0\u201cCan you rock it for me?\u201d he asks.\u00a0The people beside Margie can\u2019t rock it for him or anyone: double-wide Iowans, nodding slightly as though sitting on the tarmac waiting for their plane to be de-iced, and Margie asks to change places with me.<\/p>\n

Graham has noticed three empty seats in the front row.\u00a0Empty seats bother him and he wants them filled immediately. Did they leave?\u00a0Were they never filled?<\/i>\u00a0Margie\u2019s Filipina friends, closer to the stage than she, dash to fill them.\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cI don’t believe we fall in love,\u201d Russell says, as smoke billows.\u00a0\u201cI believe love falls into us. Write that down, guys.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cIs he Shakespeare?\u201d someone near me asks. The audience is not full of dewy teens.\u00a0They\u2019ve been through it all, and so they joke about how incredibly large that woman is—the one who\u2019s Every Woman in the World. They want to drink a beer, maybe play the slots. It\u2019s an alliance between half the audience and Big Russell, the ironist.\u00a0The other half of the audience, which includes Margie and her Filipina friends, are in alliance with Graham.\u00a0They believe that love has fallen into them, that love will lift them up on stage.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Graham and Russell cycle through their hits, which, now that they\u2019re singing them, are familiar even to me.\u00a0\u201cYou Are My Lady,\u201d \u201cLost in Love,\u201d and then Russell sings a new composition called \u201cEverywhere,\u201d the basic idea of which seems to be that someone (you) is everywhere.\u00a0Everywhere the singer goes.\u00a0Everywhere the singer imagines.\u00a0In his heart and most likely in his soul, although his soul isn\u2019t explicitly mentioned in the lyrics.<\/p>\n

He confides in the way that someone confides in a bunch of people one doesn\u2019t know that he likes to sit on the porch and look at the mountains.\u00a0Wait for something to happen. If something doesn\u2019t happen he drinks a bottle of wine.\u00a0Then something happens.<\/p>\n

Next song, he drops into the audience like a paratrooper with a shattered knee.\u00a0\u201cHe\u2019s everywhere,\u201d a wag behind me says.\u00a0But he\u2019s singing one of his big hits.\u00a0I know he is, though I have no idea what it\u2019s called. It\u2019s that big one.\u00a0That big hit. Like the other ones.\u00a0Not like \u201cEverywhere,\u201d which has as much of a chance of becoming a hit now as \u201cThe Farmer in the Dell.\u201d But for him, his career marches on.\u00a0There\u2019s nothing stopping him, not even advancing age. I ask Margie the name of the song.\u00a0She\u2019s waving to him.\u00a0She\u2019s been waving to him the entire concert. \u201cYou\u2019re Every Woman in the World to Me,\u201d she rattles off.<\/p>\n

\u201cAgain?\u201d I ask.\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she says, acknowledging her mistake, but also acknowledging that I\u2019m a pest by waving her hand at me, not in the same way she waves it at big Russell.\u00a0<\/p>\n

It\u2019s \u201cHere I Am!\u201d\u00a0which sounds kind of like Every Other Song in the World to Me.<\/p>\n

\u00a0Oh my!\u00a0Graham is wading into the audience, too, and has kissed a woman full on the lips.\u00a0Get out the nitro tablets. He leads the audience in an acapella version of \u201cHere I Am.\u201d The concert is going karaoke. Someone ululates.\u00a0Do people ululate at Air Supply concerts? The lighters come out, both real and virtual.\u00a0<\/p>\n

In the afterglow of the concert, Margie shyly asks if I\u2019d mind waiting while she stands in line for an Air Supply T-shirt.\u00a0The shirt costs forty-five dollars.\u00a0But, on the bright side, you get a CD of their new music, which presumably includes \u201cEverywhere\u201d and \u201cEverything,\u201d and maybe even \u201cEverybody\u201d and \u201cYou Are My Lost in Love Lady\/Woman and Here I Am to Me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cSure,\u201d I say, \u201cGo ahead.\u00a0I\u2019ll play the slots.\u201d And I say it without any sense of irony or cynicism.\u00a0I mean, she is<\/i> my lady. While she\u2019s standing in line for the ephemera so meaningful to her, to have it signed, to look into their eyes and see a connection, I put five dollars in one of the penny slots in the casino twice the size of the performance area, and I start to hum \u201cAll Out of Love\u201d because there\u2019s a part of my brain that, despite all the other parts, is sentimental and earnest and believes that all you have to do is believe.\u00a0It\u2019s not love that falls into me, but money from this slot machine.\u00a0Within minutes, I\u2019ve won nearly three hundred dollars, more than enough to repay myself for the tickets, for dinner, for the gas, for her exorbitant T-shirt.\u00a0When Margie comes by to collect me, I belt out a bar of one of Air Supply\u2019s famous songs, hoping she believes it\u2019s true.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Robin Hemley is an award-winning author of ten books of nonfiction and fiction, and is widely published around the world. He is a senior editor of <\/em>The Iowa Review as well as the editor of the online journal <\/em>Defunct<\/a>, which features short essays on everything that\u2019s had its day.<\/em><\/p>\n

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