My college roommate dated a guy in college who turned into much more than just a guy, he is her husband of now almost 20 years. When we were in college, he was the drummer in a rock band, and we went to every show.
He taught me how to paradiddle, although I still do it poorly.
Flash forward to now. I am 41 years old. I have a nearly 9 year old son.
I still love live music.
Luckily, as I have mentioned incessantly, Denver’s scene is rockin’ right now. I could hit a show every night if I wanted. Multiple shows, some days. I often have to remind myself I am a grown-up with responsibilities and can’t do live music ALL the time.
I have been lucky to get to know several bands in Denver, mainly through my friend Monika, which makes it even harder to make myself be a good grown-up, when the bands are not just a band anymore, they become your friends.
Such is the case with Andy, who used to be in Flobots, and now is back with his first love, Bop Skizzum. Skizzum mixes funk, rock, pop and the kitchen sink. Kidding about the kitchen sink, although I bet if I dared Andy to get some kitchen sink sounds in their next album, he would find a way.
I probably look like the biggest, oldest, weirdest groupie chick when I go to all these shows.
But I really don’t care, if I get to take photos like these and listen to awesome music.
What’s the thing do you do that you feel kinda silly about, but do anyway?
What makes you happy and keeps your day sane, like music does for me?