We've been playing a great Miles Davis disc at work for the past week(don't tell but i sometimes take it off random so we just listen to the Miles album). A couple of nights ago an older guy stopped me to ask what album was playing and then commenced to tell me about the time he say Miles Davis live. He had just gotten out of the army in 1958 and was staying in NYC with a buddy for a week and on the first night he was there they went to Birdland and Miles was playing with Coltrane and another huge jazz name on piano. The club was packed so Frank(the old guy) figured they wouldn't be able to get in but his buddy slipped the doorman a tenner and they got a table that was leaning against the stage. Frank was three feet from Miles. He described the club and the performance in vivid detail. We then talked about some of our favorite Miles Davis album(Luckily we were focused on Miles Davis since he is probably the only jazz musician i can talk coherently about).
I guess the point of the story is that i hope I'm still as excited about music when I'm Franks age. Maybe I'll be telling some guy about how i saw The Arcade Fire at Stubb's or was so close to the Black Keys in a little OKC club that i kept getting hit with broken drumsticks or the time the lead singer of the Dead Milkmen insulted one of my friends from the stage, or the time my wife carried on a conversation with Mathew Sweet during a show or the time Ryan Adams opened his solo show with Sweet Carolina and you could hear a pin drop. It was really cool to see someone so pumped up about live music.