I will preface this by saying I read a blog by Deborah The Closet Monster http://deborah-bryan.com/2011/08/31/my-runaway-train-over-the-rainbow/ today and I posted a response but then I was rambling so I had to stop it abruptly and start my own ramblings on my own blog. So, Deb, this one is for you 🙂
Where to begin? Music touches that within us that cannot be expressed. Aldous Huxley once said “After silence, that which comes closest to expressing the inexpressible is music” I think that this has been a theme in my life. From being a very young child music was a part of my life. I remember riding in the back of my Dad’s Buick and the Oak Ridge Boys song Elvira would come on and I would sing along with it. There were various others too…Alabama, Neil Diamond, Gene Watson, Eddie Rabbit, Dolly Parton, Reba McEntire, Beach Boys, Jimmy Buffett…if it was adult contemporary or country my mom and dad had it playing.
As I turned 8 my sister was turning 16. She liked rock. All things rock came from her room. Poison, Def Leppard, Motley Crue, Cinderella, Bon Jovi, Whitesnake just to name a few. I wanted so much to be like my big sister. I began listening to the same music she did. I remember when she was 17 she was living at her daddy’s house and came over to mom’s to get ready for school so she could still go to the same school. I would go down stairs and songs like “Janie’s Got A Gun” by Aerosmith, “Fly High Michelle” by Enuff Z Nuff, “Lost In Emotion” by Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam, “Poison” by Alice Cooper would be on Mtv. There were many more…Slaughter…Damn Yankees…Escape Club…Nelson….If I could list them all it would be a never ending blog post.
Not long after my sister graduated and moved out we moved to Cincinnati. I had a friend that listened to rap there. So I got all about the rap and hip hop and R&B while I lived there. En Vogue, MC Choice, Jody Whatley, Mary J Blige, The Ex Girlfriends….anything that was about how men were keeping women waiting and we were not going to have it anymore….Yeah I was belting out the Whitney and the Vanessa and the SWV and CeCee Peniston to name a few. I also blasted A Tribe Called Quest from my walkman while walking the track at school. Of course this is about the time that New Kids On The Block were HUGE and Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch. I went to see Marky Mark in concert the summer I turned 14.
Then we moved again the summer I turned 15. While I loved the people that I knew when we moved to Terre Haute, Indian there are some things that I could definitely have lived without. I was introduced to a lot of great bands around this time: Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, REM, Nirvana…basically anything great that came out of the Seattle scene when I was just starting High School.
I remember sitting in Sra. Maguire’s classroom in the first seat of the second row from the right when Channel 1 reporter (cannot remember if it was Anderson Cooper or Lisa Ling or that guy with all the hair gel that was on with them) reported that Kurt Cobain was dead from an apparent suicide. I, too, still believe that Courtney either killed him or had him killed.
February of this year was one of the darkest periods of my life. Not long after, actually on the Ides of March I met a friend who would be my boyfriend for almost 2 years. He introduced me to Pink Floyd. Somewhere along the way I developed a liking for the Doors, the Cure (though my first experience was thanks to Jenny Bradford in Middle School with the Cure) and the Beatles. When I was very young I used to watch The Monkees on TV.
Senior year of high school we moved back to Indianapolis. My music tastes continued to grow. Now adding in Better Than Ezra, Fuel, Weezer, Incubus, Everclear, HIM, the list goes on and on.
The year I graduated I went to see Alice Cooper/Scorpions concert, KISS Reunion(The first one), Collin Raye, Rick Trevino, Clay Walker, Paul Brandt, Wade Hayes. Soon after I saw Motley Crue (reunion), Puff Daddy and the Family, Aerosmith, Stevie Nicks, Clint Black, Shania Twain…there have been so many concerts that I cannot keep them all straight anymore.
Sometime when my son was little I met Seether and Powerman 5000 and Violent Femmes and Alien Ant Farm at a concert that I got to see them plus Godsmack and Mudvayne and Eve 6 perform at along with others. Somewhere before he was born I saw Jon Bon Jovi, Richard Marx, Barenaked Ladies, Hall & Oates, .38 Special and since he was born much more than just Jimmy Buffett (twice), Poison (4 times), HIM (myrtle beach), Pearl Jam (twice)…
Just this summer we saw Poison/Motley Crue and the next day saw Soul Asylum and the Gin Blossoms.
I have adored much more music than I have actually gone to concerts, though I have been to several there are some bands I have wanted to see that keep elluding me. I have never gotten to see Dave Matthews Band, Meat Loaf, REO Speedwagon, Sarah McLachlan, Jewel, Kenny Chesney, Faith Hill, Time McGraw, Reba, LeeAnn Womack and many others….
Tonight my husband and I are going to a free concert for Hospice which will give us the chance to see Grand Funk Railroad. How cool is that? And hopefully I will make my way up to Rib America in Indianapolis on Monday to finally finally finally get to go see Everclear.
This is very very cut short and leaves so many holes of my musical love out but alas I have to go get read for the show. I will share more musical love with you at a later time.