I’m Sheila. I love live music, road trips, and fresh beer. I hate ticket fees
There has never been a time when music was not part of the fabric of my life.
My first 45 was “last night I didn’t get to sleep at all.” I remember one family pizza dinner when the Monster Mash was the only thing playing on the jukebox. I begged my parents to allow me to buy a stereo with my bat mitzvah money. My first show was Bruce Springsteen, in 1980, The River Tour. I spent hours discussing the world’s problems and how were were going to fix it to a Joni Mitchell soundtrack. I spent the majority of my last semester of college following the Dead. And I still credit Jackson Browne with helping me earn my master’s degree. For eight months, I woke up early in the morning and wrote my thesis to Jackson Browne. To this day, he is only music I can listen to while writing.
I have seen a lot of shows through the years, made a lot of mixed tapes, and then cds, and always dreamed of one day being a roadie. So it became pretty clear after I started thinking about how to celebrate my mid-century, music would have to be a part of it.
So, I will embark on my own rock and roll tour for the next year here in Philly. I am committed to seeing 50 shows in the next 365 days. There are some rules that still need to be figured out, like will a three day music festival count for three shows? Or will it count for as many bands I saw play during those three days? Does a Broadway musical count? I would think yes, but only if it is a musical or has live music.
I’m excited. It should be fun. It should definitely be exhausting, but exhilarating. I pledge to not only see the shows but chat about them afterwards. Or, at the very least, let you know where it was, who I went with and did I have a good time. And I will probably write all of the posts to Jackson Browne too….