My first real folk concert had nothing to do with Bob Dylan at all. It did have a lot to do with sitting on concrete with my daughter.
One day when I noticed he had a flying =w= symbol drawn on his hand—a symbol now universally know as Weezer’s “logo” but at the time almost a secret symbol that connected only the “real fans.”
Last night we took our 8-yr-old daughter to her first real concert… she is a totally right-brained kid who loves art and music so I knew she’d love it and I had been looking forward to this for a really long time.
Since I’d seen Brandi Carlile last summer I knew she’d be a great first-concert experience for my daughter… and of course I was right.
You can’t visit New York without catching some live music, and you can’t catch live music like this anywhere but New York. Cram an Indian marching band, a jazz ensemble, a funk band and 100 audience members (of every race and creed) into a 200 sq. ft. room. That is Red Baraat at Barbès in Brooklyn. Thanks Paul for encouraging …