Reflections on concerts, concert buddies and life....
On Friday evening I drove my daughter and her 3 friends to see a rock band play in Connecticut - just about 2 hours away. I don't mind the trip and after all it's all for rock n roll right? Well this trip got me thinking about the past shows I have been to and honestly has left me lost in a few of my own memories and missing a friend very dear to me... Sometimes it's hard to write about the past - I believe that is why I try to avoid it. My past should sometimes be left in the past as it's not who I am it's where I am from, however I don't always feel like I have had a lot of power over my past so I'm going to write what I know. In order to fully explain this situation, I should set the stage a bit. Growing up, my father was an alcoholic and my mother died when I was only 16 (the same age that my own daughter is right now to put that in perspective!) We grew up in a fairly decent neighborhood and we lived next door to the Robertson family. If m...