My dad really has some horrible tastes in music! The basement is filled with boxes and boxes of albums, cassettes, and CD's which I'm convinced the only organization that would get any use from them is the CIA as they could use them for torture! Then again, we have to be humane with torture nowadays, so waterboarding it is and his collection is safe.
Growing up, I was given the reason it was good for me to be dragged to horrid concerts, somehow it would build character or class. We can all see it didn't do any good. Now that I think of it, I distinctly remember my dad listening to more of my music then his! Now there are exceptions to everything, one such exception is Keb' Mo'. With as vast of collection of junk as my dad has, there has to be at least something that is listenable. Now you take however small that percentage is and add the unlikelihood of me liking it, you have a miracle. Keb' Mo' is that miracle.
It just so happened that Keb' Mo' was in concert last night in Grand Rapids. Figuring this was my one and only chance to attend a concert with my dad that we both would enjoy, this was it. As it turns out, we both attended, but I was the only one who got to see Keb' Mo'! My dad's early schedule (hectic retired life) couldn't keep him out late enough to make it to Keb' Mo' making it on stage. The opening guy was rather so-so, so it was fitting that we both got to listen to not the greatest music.
When Keb' Mo' made it on stage, he was very good. I was hoping for a couple of my favorites from him, but only got a one or two songs that I enjoy. In the end, things could have worked out a little better, but in my book I still got the only concert I would enjoy with my dad in, that's all that matters!
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