I am 41 years old. You could say I am a late bloomer. Tonsils removed at 21. Sober at 29. First cavity . . . 35! Swear to God! Last month, for the very first time ever, I went to a Kiss concert. Loud!! Fun!! Lots of face paint and skin . . .
I didn’t mind paying $80, because I had saved so much money over the years NOT seeing them, but enjoying their music. I guess I owed it to them. And, it was the original band. The real guys!! Back to High School for Mark . . .
I hate it when bands that broke up want to tour again, but have almost none of the original members. I’m not paying $27.50 to see Two Dog Night, or driving to Tahoe to see the Village Person.
I heard recently that Lynyrd Skynyrd is touring. Come on! I read the newspaper. Who’s opening that show? Ricky Nelson? Stevie Ray Vaughn? Who’s the promoter? Bill Graham?
Once you’re gone, you are gone. That’s the power of human memory. It allows one to revel in what was . . . reality. Different reality, different memory. Suggestion— Don’t try to sell me REOver Again Speedwagon