As always, an excerpt from my new post: "I saw The Rolling Stones live for the first time at age eleven. Certain details, to this day, remain vivid: the crowd rising as the lights dimmed. The heat of a pyrotechnic explosion at the beginning of 'Sympathy for the Devil.' The ground beneath my feet, sticky with beer. One bit in particular stands out above the rest, however. Returning home later that night, I was greeted on the front porch by sleepy-eyed parents. Buzzing, high on color and flash bulbs and drumbeats and leather jackets, I hopped back and forth in my tennis shoes and blithely declared, 'I’m in love!' My parents smiled. Music was a part of their history. I imagine it meant a lot for them to know it would be a part of mine, as well. 'I’m in love,' I repeated, 'with Keith Richards.'"
See the post in its entirety on the Equals Record, here. You can find past entries from my column, Looking Forward, here. Thanks so much for reading!