I love music. I’m not musical anymore, but at one time (read high school, junior high, and younger) I was REALLY into music. I played the flute, joined the band, and went on to sing in choir, musicals and the “elite try-out” choir. I have loved music for as long as I can remember. I was brought up on ’70’s rock, bluegrass and country. Yup, odd mix, I know.
Then, I met hubs. We are both “band nerds”. Hubs introduced me to a jazz/funk fusion. He loves it and I do as well.
There is this great saxophone player that hubs went to school with. He plays in various bands throughout Michigan and parts of Ohio. This weekend he had a show and we went to see him play. Oh, he is sooo good. It was a night dedicated to Herbie Hancock and it was phenomenal! It was a very rustic show. Okay, it was a show, in a barn, at a farm. Rustic and great sound! It was something that takes place yearly and we will be returning.
Here’s the thing. I posted a clip of a show featuring this saxophone player on Facebook yesterday and said something to the effect of “This is who hubs and I saw this weekend. He’s great. While the music may not be everyone’s taste, we like it…”.
So today, my brother posted a response. No kidding, he said “I didn’t know you and hubs were part hippie. This is a total jam band. Watch out, hubs may start sporting tie-dye soon”. I cracked up. The main reason, hubs and I do not give off the “hippie” vibe, AT ALL! We’ve been accused of being too “goodie-goodie” by this same brother. Something like this from him is a serious compliment. Yet, it made me smile to know that after a lot of years that I can still surprise my brother. I think my “super cool big sister” ranking went up with that post. Hey, if it takes him thinking I’m part hippie to be cool, then so be it. I freely admit that I like to be the “cool big sister” again!