For myself, I love attending live music events. It is all well and good to hear a favorite artist on a recording or in a video, but i find that there is an element of magic hearing your favorite artists perform live. My mother, however, couldn't see why she should shell out money to hear someone play something once, where she could listen to their album as many times as she cared to in the comfort of her own home.
How do you feel about it ? Do you love live music, as I do, or would you rather just listen to an album?
If you do go to concerts, is there one that has been particularly memorable to you? Who was playing and what was special about that show?
Of all of the shows that I have been to, the one that stands out to me the most is one that I almost didn't get to see. I had been at work one Sunday night, and our computers had crashed, making it impossible to do our jobs. After sitting around for a while, waiting fr it to be fixed, they finally let us go home early.
When I got home, i happened to glance at the "what's happening" section of that mornings paper and saw that a favorite blues artist, Buddy Guy, was playing at the Red Butte amphitheater on the University of Utah campus. Tickets were only $17 and upon inspection of my wallet i found that I had a $20 left and payday was the coming Friday. I didn't know if there would be any tickets left at the door, but it was starting soon, I had about enough time to drive back up to campus if i wanted to go. I decided to give it a try, and yes they still had a few tickets left when I got there.
For those of you not familiar with Red Butte, it is an open air amphitheater which at the time, and still to this day, uses festival seating. You bring a low chair or a blanket to spread on the ground and they let you bring in a cooler with food and drink if you want -at this time, there were no onsite vendors of such things up there, though they have been added since. It was, and still is, something of a social event, people would meet up and have a picnic to the backdrop of the music. It can be somewhat annoying if you actually came to hear the music, as I had that night, to have everyone chatting away.
I had nothing with me, so I found a convenient tree to lean against and stood there listening and digging the music. I don't remember who the opening act was that night, I think I had missed most of their show getting there, but I caught all of Buddy Guy's performance. Not too far in front of me, there was a group spread out on their blankets, munching their dinner and chatting away at full speed, didn't seem to be even aware that their was somebody playing some hot blues up on that stage. They had a little red haired girl, maybe about three or four years old, with them that had her eye's glued to that stage, watching Buddy play his guitar and dancing and clapping along with him. Her parents were paying her no attention whatsoever, no matter how hard she tried to get the to look at the stage.
Then Mr Guy did something that he was famous for, he jumped off the stage, still playing (he used a wireless transmitter on his guitar, long before the things became common) and started to wander through the crowd. Those of us paying attention were delighted, parents of the red haired girl noticed none of it, though she was trying hard to get them to look. I think he had seen her from the stage, because he came our way and started dancing along with her as he got closer. She gave up on her parents, who were still oblivious to the whole thing and ran after him, dancing, clapping and grinning all the way. The two of them toured the whole amphitheater that way, the little red head following in the wake of that big black man, and they were both grinning like mad. Finally, after about ten to fifteen minutes of this, he led her back to where her parents were parked, still oblivious, they had never noticed that she had been gone He motioned for he to stay and jumped back up on the stage to finish his song out. Those of us who had seen the whole thing gave them a standing ovation, parents were still clueless.
That was, far and away, the most memorable performance I have ever seen. I hope the kid still remembers it, too, and did't grow up like mom and dad. Music is magic.