I started to read a story on Buzzfeed called “Why Your First Concert Is The Greatest Moment Of Your Adolescence.” I have a horrifying confession to make. I never had a concert like that. The ballet doesn’t count. My cousins’ dance recitals definitely don’t count. The downtown concerts during the forth of July? My family never wanted to stay that late. Other attempts involved trying to see Hootie and the Blowfish, Stabbing Westward, Ace of Base (Yeah, I said it.) 311 and I think it was either Bush or Stone Temple Pilots. All attempts were thwarted by it not being an all ages show, no money, no ride, and/or the music not passing the parental standards of decency.
I can kind of laugh at it all now, but allow me to channel my inner adolescent for a bit. *ahem*… Dear Mom, I hate you. Ugh! You knew I wanted to see any one of those bands! I knew all the words to the songs, made mix tapes when people really did have to sit there with cassette tapes, I did my chores (most of the time), I would’ve saved up for a ticket or paid you back if only you had said yes to the music!
And that brings me another point… Dear cousins, I hate you all too. WHY COULDN’T I HAVE BEEN AN ONLY CHILD!? Then all the money could be spent on me and none of you! I deserved better.
Tell me you had a better adolescent concert experience than I did?