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Remembering the Night I Met Sheryl Crow and Beck
And what you should never, ever say to a rockstar.
The memory of a live concert experience is especially poignant now, having just survived the worst year of everyone’s life. So many of us long to be in a crowd of people, hear live music, or go to a concert with our friends again.
The pandemic decimated business-as-usual and collapsed live music.
It took a wrecking ball to venues, even as the buildings stand as ghost homages to a life we all once took for granted. Local bands in local dives and rockstars in stadiums have been sidelined, silenced, and secluded. Relegated to Zoom feeds and Facebook streams — the show must go on.
My prayer today is for our culture, our world to remember and know how precious and necessary music and art are for humanity. After the greatest darknesses in our history, art renaissance followed.
Keep the faith, stream the shows.
And the moment we break free I will meet you at the amphitheater and we will lay our hearts down at the Altar of Mojo and dance our asses off.
