Joe Walsh is playing at Riverfest in Little Rock on Sunday. And we are going to miss it. Damn.
I like Joe Walsh. I like the Eagles. One of the things Steve and I have in common is we like the same music. We went to see the Eagles when they played at Verizon a couple of years ago. We went to see Eric Clapton when he played in Memphis.
We saw Gavin McGraw, Train and Maroon 5 at Red Rocks outside of Denver last summer. We went to another concert there, but I can’t remember who it was. That concert we went to just so we could attend a concert at the Red Rocks Amphitheater. Steve had worked in Denver years ago and he always wanted to go to a concert at Red Rocks. He never got to go because he was working insane hours like 6 or 7 days in a row of 12 hour shifts.
What is so special about Red Rocks? Here is a link to the website. http://www.redrocksonline.com/ABOUTUS/HistoryGeology.aspx
It’s this awesome natural amphitheater with perfect acoustics located just outside of Denver. And it’s made out of red rocks. The beauty of the experience is sitting outside surrounded by nature, with the backdrop of the lights of Denver in the background in a place like no other in the world.
I knew the words to the songs from Gavin McGraw, Train, and Maroon 5. Steve had only heard a couple of them when I forced him to listen to them in the days before the concert. It’s not that he hated them, he just hadn’t heard them before. I’ve got a couple of different stations set in the cars. One is set to the Top Forty station that I listen to. Several stations are set with Rock from the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s. And Disney Radio for Keely and her friends.
I like all of the music Steve likes. But he doesn’t like all of the music I like.
I know lot’s of guys like that. Some of them are even younger than I am. It’s like they made a decision at some point in their life to not to listen to the top forty and just stick with what they knew. You can’t go to any kind of class (except yoga) at a gym and not hear “Moves Like Jagger” or “Sexy and I Know It”. I like that stuff. When I was teaching class I’d play “Boom Boom Pow” by the Black Eyed Peas and everyone knew to get a jump rope. I’d also see my friend Richard Schreiber rolling his eyes because he hated that music. Course he likes Sinatra, so that’s probably to be expected.
I love riding in the car with Keely and her friends, all of us singing at the top of our lungs. And that’s not going to happen with hits from the 70’s. Her friends love my playlists.
Granted some of the current stuff really turns me off, especially Gangster Rap. But there is so much more out there than that genre. All you have to do is switch stations.
So when and how do you decide that you aren’t listening to the new stuff? Do guys do that more often than women? Is it an age thing?
Maybe I just don’t want to grow up.