Parents and Concertsby Tyler Woods on Sep. 27, 2011, under Life
I was watching the sunset having dinner with a friend the other night when I got a text from a friend of mine who took her daughters to Phoenix to go see the Fray, Then on Facebook I saw the post from my friend who wrote, “everyone standing packed like sardines. I’m in back of room leaning on the only railing with “the elders” overlooking the mob…ahhhh, to be young!” After reading this, it got me thinking…
Yes indeed many of us were once young and attending concerts…with our parents. Now some of you might not fit in this category, and many of you will. Today this goes out to parents who are hip enough to take their kids to concerts.
I recall the first concert my mother took my sister and me to. It was The Everly Brothers and I am unsure what I remember about them as I was young, but I knew they were a big deal and they enamored my sister. She was probably about 11 at the time and loved their song “Kathy’s Clown.”
My mother took my sister and I to a variety of concerts. Some of them she took us to she did not mind much, and some of them I am sure gave her one of her those “sick headaches” that frequented her. Most of the time I do not think she minded too much, well that was if she approved of the artist. My family belongs to a rather strict sect so her approval depended, but most of the time she looked away so my sister and I could have fun. Let’s face it, when we had fun she had fun.
I recall the time my mother took my sister and I to Phoenix to see Sony and Cher. They did not rock out too much, she could handle the overtly sweet pop sounds, and she laughed at their humor. My sister and I did not laugh and at times, I think we both felt a little embarrassed, but it was how we got to concerts, so we did not say anything.
I think the concert she got the biggest kick out of taking us to was The Monkees. My sister was a teen and took one of her teen friends with her. The drive to Phoenix probably drove her nuts since my sister was way too excited. Most of all, I think my mother got a laugh at watching the screaming girls and watching them cry until they fainted. I was amazed because I figured that only happened on Ed Sullivan.
I am unsure when she drew the line that she was not going to take us to concerts. I think it was when music was not as poppy and my sister began to drive. I was at my sisters beckon call to go to concerts. We saw people like Chicago, Bread, America, Cats Stevens and a few others. In high school, as soon as I could drive, I would go to concerts like Heart, Journey and other rockers.
Still to this day, I am grateful that my mother who endured the crowds and the music to allow my sister and I to enjoy concerts. It is what memories are made of. So today, I say hats off to those mother’s and father’s who battle the mob and feel their age, to make sure their children get to experience live music.