It was a concert to remember (and the music was good, too)
August 18, 2012
MORRISON – The Jack White concert at Red Rocks on Aug. 8 was a historic one for me, not only because it was good (indeed, it was very good), but because it marked an end to an era.
It was the last concert that my daughter, Hannah, and I will attend while she’s still a kid. She heads off to college next week, 1,000 miles away. Yeah, we might go to a few more concerts together over the years, but you know how it goes. Once a kid grows up and flies the coop, there’s no telling how and when your paths will cross.
Hannah gives me credit for providing her with a good foundation of rock ‘n’ roll. As a little girl, she got good at identifying if it was John, Paul, George or occasionally Ringo singing a Beatles tune. Before long, she got better than me at identifying which member of the Band was singing a particular song.
She’s paid back that education in spades. Without her, I’d be a rock ‘n’ roll dinosaur, reveling in a bunch of classic rock. Instead, she keeps me up to date on the evolving rock scene. My current favorites are all bands that she turned me onto, including the Black Keys; Jack White as well as his former band The White Stripes; Death Cab for Cutie; Spoon; and the Heartless Bastards.
I’ve taken days off of work in the middle of the week to go to a show with her. I missed a good friend’s 50th birthday party so Hannah could go to her first concert. I’ve stood in line outside a downtown Denver venue for hours in a blazing sun so we had a better chance of securing a decent space at a general admission show. I shelled out big bucks to go to a Raconteurs show at Belly Up a couple of years ago. It was all worth it and among my fondest memories of Hannah’s young adulthood.
Hannah plays guitar and writes her own songs these days. She’s determined to make a living playing music. I’ve learned not to bet against her when she’s focused on something, even if it seems to be a longshot. Regardless of whether she hits the big time, she’s my hero.