Hey, you.

Ya know, I never thought, all those years ago, that I’d turn out to be this guy (NSFW warning: language):

I don’t think anybody ever plans for that sort of thing, ya know?

Anyway. I recently discovered a fantastic source of concert recordings at Wolfgang’s Vault. Since I work at a desk all day, it’s easy for me to plug in headphones and listen to various shows.

Couple of observations: Thirty years ago, 5,000 people was a good turnout for a concert. And many of these artists that we might take for granted now used to play two shows a night (many of the concerts are “early show” or “late show” and still give it 110%. it’s cool to listen to Zeppelin when they were an opening act, ya know? Jimmy Buffett used to fly coach. James Taylor had hair. It was $8.00 to see a live show.

Now, I’m trying to figure out why I’m so fascinated by this site. Aside from the obvious “I like their music,” I think it also throws me back to a time when I still had hope of becoming something, someone. It lets me forget fore a few minutes about being a failure as a dad and husband, or a mediocre employee (on a good day), and remember the glory days of standing on a folding chair, hoisting a lighter, and screaming for an encore.

Play Freebird, y’all.