John Y’s Musings from the Middle: Concerts by Generation

Generational changes, concert-wise.

My first rock concert I was 14 and went to see the band Chicago with my mother and two younger sisters.

It was held at Freedom Hall. We didn’t pose for pictures beforehand. And I wasn’t sure why we even went.

I think my mom wanted to go because she Chicago was her favorite band at the time.

Fast forward 30+ years and my daughter, age 14, is attending her, like, third or fourth concert. At the new Yum Center.

Back when I went to my first concert mention of an “antebellum lady” conjured images of a Southern belle in a hoop dress.

Today talk of Lady Antebellum conjures a very different image. Still a Southern gal but without hoop dresses ….and who is more likely to give the vapors to others than get them herself.

And pictures are taken before the concert. And the 14 year olds don’t go because their parents make them go see the parents favorite group. I think all in all, that’s probably progress. Mostly.