The female brain who thirsts for Champagne.........

Now where did my glass go?  I can't spew wisdom without my champagne....

So talking about media - my dear Dave loves him some music.  He's inspired me to become more critical and interested.  So......

I think a great question when you meet someone is "what is the first concert you ever went to?"

Because....

The way they talk about that first concert - AND the caliber of that first concert - are good barometers for character.

Now before I tell you who I saw for the first time ever... I have to tell you my story of pure envy.  The kind that seeps into your bones and makes you unapologetic and slightly mad.  Yes, one of my best girlfriends saw my future boyfriend, Shaun "dude - there's still time for us to fall in love" Cassidy.  I was 7, and I had the mint green teeshirt with a sparkly iron-on image of Shaun - you know the one where he's wearing all white on his first full-fledged album?  Um too much info?  Well anyway, my first 45 record ever was "Da Doo Run Run."  I played it over and over on my Winnie the Pooh record player..... AND I even sung it at the school talent show with my friend Julie Dowell in kindergarten.  (Pause for a moment - she died of a brain tumor in the 3rd grade..... I hope still she remembers our big "musical debut").

Anyway, the way one talks about their first concert really is a great segue into good conversation, but also into their true musical soul.....  My first concert ever, technically - I was 4 years old.  My sister wasn't even born yet!  My parents took me to see Dr. Hook.  I loved "I am a Lamb" and "Queen of the Silver Dollar" - and yes, if you know me the latter is a perfect anthem for this silly lover of the bottle.  :-)

I sat on my dad's shoulders and rocked out - like any honest music-loving 4 year old would.  And I followed that up 11 years later with a ZZ Top Concert in Peoria Illinois.  Where I smelled pot for the first time.....  So, I am unapologetic about my first experiences, but damn - I would trade both of those experiences in for some Shaun Cassidy love.  I still have that damn 45 around here somewhere.  Along with Steve Martin's "King Tut."  I'm thinking it might be worth something one day?

Well, maybe not.