I would sit and listen to these stories and imagine my father on these adventures of his mis spent youth. And wonder when or if I would get to go on my exploring one day.
The first of my favorite stories happened before I was born. My then 17 year old father had been in a horrific car accident. He was in the hospital for several weeks, had skin graft surgeries to replace his eye lid and even after his release still had bandages and a cane to walk with. Needless to say, he looked pretty banged up but my dad being who he is was still quite the charmer. He walked up to the concert venue to buy tickets for an upcoming show, the salesman struck up a conversation about the extent of my Dad's injuries and what had happened to him. He talked for awhile and eventually the sales guy gave him two backstage passes. The night of the show my Dad and his friend went to the concert, went back stage and then hung out with the band for the weekend in their hotel room.
The musicians? Were Lynard Skynard.
My other favorite music story occurred when I was around 4 years old. My dad worked for a then up and coming company called CableVision. He was in a small town of rural Indiana, got off work early and went to a small hole in the wall for a beer or three. The owner of said bar just happened to be there with his guitar. His first album had just been released and was starting to get play time on radios. He ended up playing for hours that afternoon.
You may know him as John Mellencamp, but back then he was John Cougar.
Suffice it to say, I had some high expectations for when I started going to concerts. Unfortunately, nothing that has awesome has happened yet. But I"m not giving up hope yet.