On Saturday, September 26, 2009, my brother John (my concert buddy) and I will be standing in the 16th row on the main floor of Cobo Arena in Detroit Michigan to watch KISS perform their umpteenth “farewell concert”.
I have attended their last two “farewell concerts” from a much safer vantage point and pondered the stupidity of those on the main floor. Now that the tickets are paid for, at a cost that I should be embarrassed about, I am concerned that my arthritic body and squitchy bladder might rebel over standing for hours on end while being bumped and squeezed between zealous fans far younger than myself. So why, why am I doing this?
I love live music. I love the fact that Gene and the boys still slap on the make-up and platform shoes as they enter their golden years. I love the fact that my children roll their eyes, ask me if I will ever grow up, and then laugh over how cool it is that I’m a ‘rocking’ grandmother. In the last months, I’ve seen Linkin Park, Metallica, Korn, and Marilyn Manson (twice).
I realize this tidbit of information has nothing to do with authoring, but it does give another interesting insight into what makes Tessie tick!