The very first memory I have as a child is riding around my basement on my tricycle singing a song. That song was “Katmandu” by Bob Segar.
Rock and roll was everywhere in my house growing up in Detroit. We always had on music by The Who or the Doors. My first movie I recall seeing with my parents was “Quadrophenia.”My first album at age 9 was “Tatoo You” by The Rolling Stones. I saw Eric Clapton in concert with my mom. I still love classic rock music so much that my wedding song was Van Morrison’s “Into The Mystic.”
I also love all the groovy sounds of the 70s. My first concert was Hall and Oates and the most recent concert I went to as an adult was Kenny Loggins (who is still awesome by the way so do not make fun.) My favorite movie ever was “Sergeant Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band” in which the Beatles were played by The Bee Gees (which the majority of the world thought was a disaster but for me was a joining of the 2 greatest bands in history.)
Yesterday, I got to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland with the cast of The Addams Family. For me, it was like a reunion with old friends. Pictures everywhere of David Bowie, The Police, Michael Jackson, Madonna and Run DMC (who I saw in concert with The Beastie Boys several times.)
The MTV exhibit was my favorite as I sat and watched music videos from Tom Petty and Talking Heads; explaining to Sam how each video music premiere was the most exciting part of our week. I memorized the Thriller dance at age 10 and to his horror I performed it for him in front of strangers yesterday.
I remember every single concert I went to growing up: from Def Leppard (twice) to Crosby, Stills & Nash, Elton John & Billy Joel, to Sting and The Dave Matthews Band, to Lenny Kravetz to Paul McCartney, Harry Connick, Jr. to Donna Summer.
Someone wise recently said to me that the things we loved as kids will not be the same things they will love. They will not remember music videos or constant concerts or the thrill of holding a new album in their hands. Digital technology, televised concerts, and reality tv have changed all that. And I guess that’s ok. This is their now and that was ours.
But sometimes our worlds collide, and as I pack up this morning to leave for my hometown of Motown, I am overwhelmed by something I saw yesterday. It was a poster for a performance at the Fox Theatre in Detroit. A concert by Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye and many others.
Tomorrow my son will perform at that same theatre. I can think of no greater symmetry than that.