My husband and I bonded over an eclectic CD collection — Eminem and Eekamouse, Bob Marley and Michael Buble, Frank Sinatra and Marilyn Manson.
The Boy, still in my womb, had a tendency to rock out to thrash metal. He still insists on listening to “rock and roll” given any opportunity –Queen, Fatboy Slim and The Chemical Brothers are on his personal playlist.
I love Broadway musicals. Love that The Sing Off is back on the air — something about acapella music just gives me the shivers, in the best possible way.
Spanish guitar or Saint Saens’ Dance Macabre? Sign me up.
On the other side of the coin, absolutely anything with a bass line that makes me want to move? Oh, hell yeah. Hip hop, electronica, just a driving drum beat.
Love music: hate concerts.
All that said, I generally have not been a fan of live music. Part of this is probably the fact that I’m adverse to loud noises and crowds — which, let’s face it, is the point of a concert.
But in my youth (set the way, way back machine) I did go to a concert or two. Well… just two, actually. And both were for the same band.
Yes… my first concert was Oingo Boingo.
Don’t judge! If you’re from So Cal, you know that nobody else on earth does a show like these guys. And I was so nostalgic for that experience that I saw a cover band, Dead Man’s Party. They weren’t as good, couldn’t possibly be, but they were still fun and the music still made me want to dance.
So my question to you : what was your first concert?