“On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.” Hunter S. Thompson
Most 5 year old kids are quite accustomed to running with wild abandon to stake their claim on a place in line for Mickey or the latest animated blockbuster and, growing up, I certainly did my fair share of those type of dashes, but my favorite gallop for glory had to be for front row seats. You see, I was born into a family of music lovers. My parents were taking me to concerts from pretty much the time I could walk and by the time I could run, front row was my mission. Kids are compact, fast and completely unafraid when on such an assignment.
I’ve stayed pretty much true to this form throughout my life and have been fortunate enough to see some of the truly great artists of our time. As I’ve grown older, married and brought up my own generation of music lovers; front row, concerts and traveling for music have remained a way of life. (Truth be told, now that I’m in my 40s, I find that a comfy seat is much more my preference to front row if it means standing and jockeying for position the entire show.)
I’ve reached a time now in my life where traveling for concerts is not only a pastime but sort of a mission. So, I would like to invite you to join me “on the road” as I catch some truly awesome shows both big and small and we will explore the cities, venues, arenas and backrooms along the way. – Leslie