First let me say, that I have lived in Southern California MOST of my life. When
dinosaurs roamed the earth I was in junior high, I used to go to the roller rink to see the local rap group do their thing. Who, you may ask, were the local rap groups?
Yep, that's how I got down. And they played right in Compton. I was about 13 years old. Me & my cousin (who lived around the corner from the rink) would talk her mom into dropping us off and picking us up...EARLY, before the shootings started.
As I got older, I got to see random concerts...DeBarge at Magic Mountain (anybody else remember doing that?), Janet Jackson at the Forum, Jodeci in Honolulu...I even saw Zapp and Roger at some random place in Arizona. I get around, remember.
And it's not like I stopped listening to music. In fact, I was probably MORE into music than ever. I was working at a Tower Records, I was buying CDs EVERY week (and porn...the Tower Records that I worked in for some inexplicable reason sold porn). I had over 600 CDs at this point. I was listening to everything from ABBA to the Pharcyde to Nine Inch Nails.
I hadn't been to a concert in YEARS. Then I decide, out of the blue, I'm going to a Weenie Roast. Which is basically a 12 hour concert. In one day, I saw Queens of the Stone Age, Foo Fighters, Motley Crue, The Killers, Dead 60's, My Chemical Romance and a SHITLOAD of other bands. That was 2004.
And since that festival, I've been to a bunch more. I believe that last year, I went to at least one concert, every month. For a minute, I think I forgot how much I LOVE music. And how good it feels to be THERE. Not just listening to a CD of your favorite band playing LIVE, actually standing there, in a crowd of people with the bass so loud it feels like it's pumping your heart. And it IS in a way, I feel so alive and so free at concerts. It reminds me of why I love that band SO MUCH. Why that band can cheer me up when I'm having a shitty day, or be my theme music when I'm having a "fuck the world" moment...or pushes me to give in to temptation...not that I needed all that big a push (I'm sure The Man thanks God everyday for the Isley Brothers and Marvin Gaye)...Who doesn't love babymakin' music?
Anyways, I'm going to my first concert since I've been off crutches. We'll call it a "welcome back" gift to myself. Am I excited...Am I really going to be able to stand for 2 hours bouncing around at The Joint...Am I crazy enough to try? Damn right, I am.
Keep on rockin' it y'all....