When I was little, I grew up with influences that ranged from Garth Brooks to Bonnie Raitt all the way to Anthrax and Metallica (thanks, Dad!). My love for music began at a very early age- my mom even attended shows (think Poison) while she was pregnant with me. And as a kid, I thought my dad was virtually a superhero because he was a musician. With his wispy long blonde hair and Gibson guitars, my dad even looked the part.
It wasn’t until I was older, though, that I discovered how much live music could change everything. One hot Illinois summer when I was a teenager, I discovered a regional band called Foil. They rehearsed in a barn in the middle of corn fields and freedom, and I was a teenager trying to figure out who I was. And when I watched them play, I had a better idea of it.
As I got older, my friend Rachel came with me to watch band practice on Wednesdays, and that single-handedly became the most important night of the week. We’d go back to school that fall with tales of watching Foil play and play back a VHS tape we recorded parts of practice on, talking excitedly about fall break when we could return.
And somewhere in the midst of all that, it was even more clear than it ever had been: music was where my heart was. No matter what I do, music is always central to my happiness. It fuels my passion for everything else.
My dad called today to let me know Foil is reuniting for a show this fall in my hometown, and that took me back to the days of discovering live music. What made you fall in love with music? Is there a band or a moment that resonates? Let me know in the comments— I’d love to hear your stories!