I was too amped up (some pun intended) when I got home from last night's show to really say much about the evening, the show itself and how I anguished over deciding which show I'd go to on a rare Saturday night off. Actually, that's not a bad problem to have - particularly when you know that you're not going to be disappointed either way. I have my reasons for deciding which show I had to see.
A few weeks ago, my mom called me and asked me if I wanted to go to this year's Masters of Music Series show put on by the Rock Hall. When she told me the date, I thought I remembered something about that night...oh yes, I was planning on going to see The Tubes that night. Here's something a bit ridiculous looking from 40 on - when you're booking even a lightly busy social calendar like mine, you need to get that shit on a hard drive somewhere. By hard drive, I mean write it down, log it in your phone calendar....something, lest you end up saying things like, crap! That was TONIGHT?? Surprising even me, I was on it this time.
My mom said she wasn't sure who was going to be there & to let her know if I was interested in going - suggested I check the Rock Hall website to see who was on the bill. When I did, one name made my decision immediately: Steve Jordan, Drummer/Musical Director. A bit of back story on me: Drummer, music listener/lover/song addict/geek/keeper of useless music trivia. Worked in a large drum shop back in the 90's, worked for a drum company after that. Point is, I've had the luxury/privilege of seeing a lot of my favorite drummers, and I've met a few of 'em too. There are a lot of drummers I greatly admire, but there are only a handful that can, and will, reduce this grown man to a starstruck kid, a kid who stands there in wonder and wants an autograph and/or a picture with them.
As a kid, I was into sports for a bit, and athletes were Gods to me then. Way up on a pedestal. My interest in sports pretty much left me in my late teens. Not so for the music stuff. So not so. I got nothin' to say for myself really - having passed two major mile markers on the highway of life, I couldn't stop my love of music, songs and the art that is all of that if I wanted to - but I don't, so I gave up even thinking about trying. I guess starstruck would be the word, but the best way to explain it, is to say that it's like the feeling I had when I got a pro football player's autograph when I was a kid. There aren't any professional athletes that make me feel that way now - none. There aren't many famous musicians that reduce me to that now, but there are a handful of 'em - and Steve Jordan is one.
And so, he did. Now you have some insight on the rock-n-roll dilemma I was facing with both of these shows on the same night. Next time I'll shed more light on the events of last night, just how rock-n-roll can look ridiculous from 40 on, Bon Jovi and Justin Bieber sightings, the magnificent Palace theatre, the crowd, the show itself....and things not to do at a concert.
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