Again I find myself inspired by the lovely and talented Jen and Tonic (You should follow her. She’s funny. Just ask her). Last week, she posted some confessions. Granted, her confessions are a little more personal than mine, but this is a music blog, so I will give you some musical confessions (OK, so revelations is probably a better word) that you probably don’t know about me.
Magic Carpet Ride
No, this is not a story about how I got goofed out of my head at some concert. This is about the first album I ever owned: a cassette of Steppenwolf’s Greatest Hits when I was probably in seventh grade. I’m pretty sure I found it somewhere, like the city bus that I rode to school. Maybe it doesn’t sound like something that would inspire a life of writing about music. And it wasn’t. But it was probably the hippest piece of music in my parents’ house, which tells you everything you need to know about the music my parents had. And to be fair, I did listen to that cassette quite a bit. After all, at the time it was the only cassette I owned.
Jesus, Mary, and…
It will probably come as a surprise that your humble narrator didn’t go to his first show until he was in college. That’s right. It wasn’t until I was a freshman at The Ohio State University that I attended my first concert: The Jesus and Mary Chain. To be honest, I’m not really sure what compelled me to pick that as my first show. Maybe it was because I was away from home and had some spare time and money. In any case, that was it. The Jesus and Mary Chain at Newport Music Hall in Columbus, Ohio, was my first show.
I had the fever and a concert was…
Pop quiz, loyal reader. If I were to ask you to name some concert that I attended that you would never have expected me to attend, what would it be? No, it wasn’t Morrissey. I don’t have anything like that to confess. However, if you know me at all, you’d probably be surprised to learn that I once attended a concert of The Cure. That’s right. Your humble narrator, who doesn’t like arena shows, and who prefers upbeat feelgood music, saw The Cure at McNichols Arena in Denver. No, I didn’t drive from Ohio to Denver to see the show. I was an intern in Colorado Springs that summer and drove up by myself in my ’88 Ford Taurus to Denver to see The Cure.
That’s it. Those are my musical confessions (for now). I shared mine. It’s only fair that you share yours in a comment.
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That REALLY surprises me, that you never went to a concert until you were in college. I thought your mom may have given birth to you at a concert.
Thanks for the plug
If my mom gave birth to me at a concert, it probably would have been something like Bobby Vinton. Mind you, I’ve logged a lot of hours in concert venues to make up for it.