So my husband turns to me from the paper he’s reading and says: “Hey, Aerosmith is playing at Jones Beach. Wanna go?”
I think about if for a moment and say. “But all those kids! Screaming. In a concert. Drinking. And screaming.”
“Yeah you’re right.” He answers. A few minutes later he says: Oooh! The Edgar Winter Band." And I say, “Yeah!”
At least it wasn’t Lawence Welk.
I saw Billy Idol in The Wedding Singer and I almost cried. Maurice White has MS and Joey Ramone is dead. Run and DMC are having some sort of corporate war with each other.
Personal DC players? Why when I was young, we played scratchy vinyl records one song at a time on a turntable. And we liked it!
Mrs Chance has, of late, been into country (God help me) and wants me to take her to the WMZQ Country Music Festival. I myself have been agitating for the WHFStival, the big alt-rock fest in DC.
So I start looking over the line ups and I realize that I know more artists at the country show than the alt show.
I like going to concerts where the artist hasn’t released anything lately and, as a result, doesn’t turn up on Top 40 radio. Discourages the teeny-boppers.
The last concerts I went to, in reverse chronological order:
Pat Benatar
Survivor, REO Speedwagon, and Styx
Foreigner and Journey
Queensryche (this was July of 97)
Pat Benatar with Styx
Nobody really current. I can’t bear the thought of attending a concert that involves a mosh pit. Here’s a confession, though - I’ve seen Styx twice (first time, Dennis DeYoung was still with them). I don’t really even like them.
Who remembers Andy Gibb? There’s one to make me feel old.