Damon and I went to see NIN last night at the Tabernacle. The show got me thinking about how my musical tastes reflect what's going on in my life.
NIN was OK, it reminded me a lot of what I was like when I was listening to NIN regularly in the mid-90's — angst ridden and trying to figure out where I fit in the world. From NIN my tastes evolved toward the Grateful Dead and Phish, I started listening to a lot of Americana and Bluegrass when Steph and I started dating. My musical tastes, like my personality, has evolved over the years into something much more mellow and happier. Trust me, this is a good thing.
Just a random thought on a slightly hung-over post concert morning.
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While my tastes in music haven't changed much from college 10 years ago (anything but country and R&B), I did have a "defining moment" as far as concertgoing is related. I saw a great Run DMC show at the Cubby Bear, a bar across from Wrigley Field and they returned to do another show there about 2 years later. The whole vibe that night seemed strange, Run DMC was late and the crowd was restless, and about 30 minutes into the show, a fight broke out and a guy in front of me was beaten and kicked senseless. The band left the stage, never to return and the crowd got ugly. As I was walking home, feeling shaken, I noticed that my jeans were covered in blood from the guy who got beaten up. Haven't been to many shows since that.
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