It's fashionable to say that you'll listen to anything. Well, I'm not fashionable. I took my nine years of piano lessons as a kid, playing Bartok and Rachmaninoff and Debussy and Bach. I went to recitals to hear kids play violin or sing, and I've been to the symphony orchestra. I've heard rap, hip-hop, whatever passes for pop today, country, western, bluegrass, polka, and many forms of jazz.
I like heavy metal and hard rock, and it's just about the only thing to which I'll listen. Even as I write this I'm dulling my hearing with Motley Crue's greatest hits. Queenryche and Dream Theater often rock my ear canals and I've taken to seeing Dream Theater at least once per year lately.
Now, here's a real confession: I'm a Winger fan. You know, the band that got mocked on Beavis and Butthead because Stuart wore won of their shirts? You knew there were Winger fans out there and now you know one of them. In 2007 the band got together to tour in support of Winger IV. They came to the Alrosa Villa in Columbus (where Dimebag was shot) and me and 300-ish of my closest friends got to hear one of our favorite bands rock our faces off for a couple hours. Kip was sober and they were at the beginning of the tour. It was like he sucked us all in that day and I have never had a show like it before or after. I get chills just thinking about it. Reb Beach's guitar rattled my brain; Rod Morgenstein's drums shook my backside; and Kip's vocals nearly brought tears to me eyes.
They opened with my favorite Winger song: Blind Revolution Mad. And then it got better and better.
I love rock n' roll. At 41, I don't think it's a phase...