As I get older my music changes, I love all styles, except big band, from growing up as a kid that the GREAT COUNTRY KSO, played every Sunday, til noon, to my Rebellious rock n roll of my teenage years, to Beaker Street, to actually becoming a musician, and playing it all, to my now current life of listening, its all good, as long as it has some form of talent.
Listening for pleasure:
Frank Zappa-Black Napkins
Country- Anything
Aggressive Rock- Montrose- Rock Candy
Top 40 - Dirty Diana- Michael Jackson
My First concert at 8 was Bill Anderson, Porter Wagoner and a little known gal, who was Porters new back up singer, Dolly Parton.
@ the old Threshers reunion in Mt. Pleasant, Iowa and dinner with pops at a place called Long John Silvers.
I've been to 100's since that day,
Favorite Rock Concert the IOWA JAMS, Nuegent, Cinderella, Dokken, AC/DC, Kiss (Black diamonds), Sabath, Bob Seeger, to many, to list
In my military days, I joined up with the USO shows out of Ft. Bliss Texas, we had five bands, covering all genres and my band was a top 40 band doing songs like Careless whispers by Wham, type stuff.
On the days where the pros came for shows we became the roadies, I set up sound systems for, BB King, Gloria Estefan, Burton Cummins and the guess who a lil band out of Texas named ZZ Top.
As I got older and went into work mode, being a guitar player /singer did not feed you where I came from..... that sucked, reality smack.
I turned to HVAC as a career, and started doing Touring buses and fixing their AC systems, I've done Bob Dylans bus, he was a dick, and was charged accordingly, the best was Steve Miller and his wife and kids, free food, free tickets to the show, just a cool ass guy.
if my 64 is going to be on the road it will be bumpin all the greats, I have an Alpine X series system installed (Partially) to be completed.
I have about $3K in that system, I like to hear the notes, one of my fondest memories, my pocket transistor radio, 9 volt, mom bought me for Christmas at 9 years old, crackling, blown speaker and half tuned in station, held to my ear everywhere I went, oh the memories.