I used to be a music-a-holic. I've seen great music, everywhere! I saw Dire Straits in London, The Church there, too. I went to a Paul McCartney concert in Paris. Saw David Grisman and Jerry Garcia at the Filmore in San Francisco. I've stood in the most beautiful canyon on earth - Telluride, Colorado - for two Bluegrass festivals in a row listening to the likes of Ani DiFranco, Peter Rowan, James Taylor, and many more. I've spent countless years at the New Orleans Jazz Festival where one year I made the smart decision to skip a plane flight to catch Stevie Ray Vaughn. In high school I saw ZZ Top, Cheap Trick, The Doobie Brothers, Journey, Styx, and more. I had a beer thrown on me at a Dwight Yoakum concert and discovered I'd gotten old at an Edie Brickell show. In between, I've seen countless indie bands at small festivals and clubs all over the southeast.
But then, I quit. We adopted kids and their musical taste took over the car radios and CD players. That music sounded like so much noise that I just stopped listening. It was expensive to buy music and the radio stations never play the stuff you really want to hear. And who has time to spend hours flicking through Itunes when you have crappy Internet and no money and a day job that never ceases.