So this is what I look like now. You can’t see my hair, but I’m not doing it red anymore. I have what I call “British people hair”, because like my dad, I have silver hair on the top and sides, and dark gray in the back. And I don’t like to wear hats–they mess up my hair. So why am I wearing one in this picture? If you look closely, you’ll see the writing says, Toronzo Cannon’s hat. He’s a blues guitar-shredder that we saw last year at Chicago’s Blues-fest. During his set, he tossed the hat from his head, into the audience. Right at me? Well, I was near the front, and I did meet him the previous year, at Aurora’s Blues on the Fox, when he signed my CD to Fiona, a FSW. One of his songs is called Fine, Seasoned Woman, about how he prefers his females older, since they’re more fun. Yeah–he’s so right!
Besides blues, with screaming guitars, I also love heavy, industrial metal music. Our 4 kids are all young adults now, and 2 of the boys like to take my husband to concerts–they’ve been to see Tool a few times, A Perfect Circle, and Rammstein, which is German heavy metal. They had tickets for quite a few concerts already for this year, but they’re all being cancelled. Bummer! Anyway, a couple of years ago, one son told me he had 2 tickets to see Nine Inch Nails at the Aragon, in downtown Chicago. He got the tickets for his birthday, and said he wanted me to come with him because I was the one to turn him on to Nine Inch Nails back when he was still in grade school. I didn’t realize the Aragon had no seats until we got there! It was a tiny venue to see a band that we’d seen before in a huge arena. We were so close we could almost touch Trent Reznor! The speakers were gigantic! I wore ear plugs and still felt deaf for a few days. It was hours spent in a mosh pit, and when we got home, we both showered, since it wasn’t just our own sweat we were covered in! It was a FABULOUS concert!
So here’s the deal. I’m going to be doing my Jazzercise class from an on-line live broadcast, until about 10:30, central time. Then I’ll come on -line to chat with you. My question for this post is: How old do you think my son was, when he asked his mom to go to the Nine Inch Nails concert with him on his actual birthday?