How I Reacted to My First Concert
I was too young to remember it but apparently my first concert was a Wynona Judd concert that my mom took me to when I was about 4. But the first concert I can actually remember going to was a jazz concert. My dad would always take me to jazz concerts and at the time, I hated them. One I remember so vividly was an outdoor festival; The San Francisco Jazz Festival. I hated hearing the jazz guitar and the saxophone and being stuck there watching all these people my parents age, dance around to smooth jazz. In retrospect, I’m SO glad I was exposed to the culture because I was listening to people playing real instruments.
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