“The day the music died.” – Don McLean American Pie
Every time that I hear this tune on the classic rock station that I listen to, I think about this past year. I know that the song was written to remember the day that Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and “The Big Bopper” tragically died in a plane crash, but with the cancellation of concerts and festivals, I can’t help thinking that for a time (the last 12 months) the music has died. On my wonderful, exciting, and well-deserved exit of the school building on Friday afternoon, I ran into my friend, Amy, and we talked about how much we missed festivals and concerts and how excited that we are for them to come back.
This conversation led me to spending my twenty-five minute ride home thinking about all of the concerts that I have been to since I was a teenager. As an adult, I have stopped going to indoor concerts because I don’t love the acoustics of indoor venues, but I will share that this coming year it is likely that I will be back to attending the indoor concerts because I have missed the music so much. I can’t wait to hear live music and see the crowds around me dancing and singing along.
After I arrived home and got the kids to all of their Friday night events, I went into the basement and found a box of tickets (and other things) that I have kept as memories of concerts that I have attended. The box contains over one hundred concert tickets from the Pointer Sisters and Tone Loc to The Police and the Grateful Dead. As I perused carefully through all of the tickets, I had forgotten about some of the amazing singers that I have seen live on a stage, like Edie Brickell, Natalie Merchant, The Samples, and Leftover Salmon. I’ve seen Dave Matthews perform when Big Head Todd and the Monsters were the headliner, and I’ve traveled as far as Red Rocks, Colorado for a week of concerts. Music and concerts have been a huge part of my life, but I did not even realize this until the shutdown of COVID-19.
Last June, I was supposed to attend a Dave Matthews concert with two of my older children. This would be our first concert together. It has been put on hold until this summer (I hope) and I can’t wait because I am hopeful that I can instill in them a love of live music. There is a culture at a concert and festival that is unique, entertaining, and unforgettable. I can’t wait for the day that I am standing on a sloped lawn watching a singer belt out a tune to a dancing crowd. This will be the day when I know that life is back to normal.