In 1981, Steve Perry of Journey delivered a live performance of “Don’t Stop Believin’” that cemented his reputation as one of the greatest singers in history. Earlier that year, the song had become a worldwide sensation. During a 1981 concert in Houston, Texas, the band showcased their exceptional talent on this now iconic track.
Perry’s vocal delivery on this song is strikingly smooth and almost ethereal, capturing the magnetic presence of a rock star that electrifies the audience. Observers often comment that Perry’s live performance surpasses his studio recordings in its raw intensity and finesse. For an even better experience, you can watch an HD remaster of Journey’s 1981 Houston performance of “Don’t Stop Believin’” on their official YouTube channel.
With 274 million views, this live performance is one of Journey’s most popular videos, ranking third overall on their YouTube channel and number one among their live recordings. The footage comes from their Escape Tour, which supported their seventh studio album, Escape.
Journey played two shows in Houston on November 5 and 6, 1981, but it remains unclear which night “Don’t Stop Believin’” was recorded. The band was clearly in top form during the Escape tour, as evidenced by the popularity of “Who’s Crying Now”, which was also recorded in Houston and was the second most viewed live performance on their YouTube channel.
Fans praised the performance with comments like “No auto-tune, no backing tracks, just exceptional musicianship” and “Steve Perry sings like he’s effortlessly passing a test without studying”. The reaction underscores the awe and admiration for Journey’s live rendition of “Don’t Stop Believin’” in Houston.
The song reached top ten status both in the US and internationally, eventually becoming Journey’s most consistent hit, with 18 platinum awards in the US.
My granddaughter was constantly mocked by her classmates because of her braces.
The sun streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. I sat at the table, sipping my tea, when the doorbell chimed. A wave of excitement washed over me. It was Lizzie, my granddaughter, a whirlwind of energy and sunshine.
But today, her smile seemed a little forced, her eyes downcast. “Hi Grandma,” she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper.
My heart sank. I knew something was wrong. Lizzie, usually a chatterbox, was unusually quiet. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked, pulling her onto my lap.
She shrugged, her shoulders drooping. “Nothing.”
“Come on, darling,” I coaxed. “You can tell me anything.”
After a long pause, she finally admitted, “The kids at school are teasing me again.”
My blood ran cold. “Teasing you about what?”
Lizzie looked down at her feet, her voice barely audible. “My braces… and now my glasses.”
My heart ached. I remembered the cruel taunts I had endured as a child, the feeling of being different, of not fitting in. I couldn’t bear to see my granddaughter go through the same thing.
“Lizzie,” I said, my voice firm, “those kids are just mean. They’re jealous. You are beautiful, inside and out, with or without braces or glasses.”
She looked at me doubtfully. “But everyone else is wearing contacts.”
A mischievous glint entered my eye. “Really? Well, then I guess I need to get some contacts too!”
Lizzie’s eyes widened. “But Grandma, you don’t need glasses!”
I chuckled. “Oh, but I do, darling. I’ve been needing glasses for a while now, but I’ve been too stubborn to admit it.”
And with that, I went to my room and emerged a few minutes later, sporting a pair of stylish, oversized glasses. Lizzie stared at me, her mouth agape.
“Grandma!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. “We look like twins!”
She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. “Thank you, Grandma,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “You’re the best grandma ever. I love you!”
My heart melted. I had never expected this reaction. I had simply wanted to comfort her, to show her that she wasn’t alone. But seeing her smile, her eyes shining with admiration, filled me with a joy I hadn’t felt in years.
From that day on, Lizzie embraced her glasses. She even started experimenting with different frames, choosing colors and styles that expressed her individuality. The teasing continued, of course, but it no longer had the power to dim her light.
And I, her unlikely accomplice, watched with pride as she blossomed into a confident, beautiful young woman, her glasses becoming a part of her unique identity. I had learned a valuable lesson that day: sometimes, the best way to combat negativity is with a little bit of humor and a whole lot of love.
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