Post Specials Show self portrait
Can I share a moment, here? ok thanks.
The Specials was my palate band. Ya know…that band where you realize that you actually like a type of music and not just what you hear on the radio.
I was maybe 10 or 11 years old. While on the way to the mall, I saw the cassette laying by my feet in the back of a friends moms car. I liked the simplicity of the art work and asked if we could put it in. I didn’t know anything about what I was hearing other than it had somehow instantly made me happier than ice cream and creepy crawlers ever could again. All I could seem to do was kind of let tears seep from my eyes and occasionally kick my feet with joy. I didn’t want that car ride to end because nothing could make me as happy as hearing that music for the first time just had.
What was your palate band? (I love knowing these little things about people!)
While some of my friends were on a munchie hunt on 4/20, my friend Smo and I went to see the Specials!
It was amazing to see a slew of men over 50 years old with more energy than I’ve had since I first heard their music. I had spent so many years just knowing I would probably never get the chance to see them though, that nothing about the show wasn’t amazing for me.
photo by Ryan Muir
When we left and I came to, I realized a few things:
- my jacket got a beating
- my Chucks are destroyed
- my mouth was bleeding
- I’d lost my voice
- ……….I may have “skanked”
I regret nothing, except for not trying to weasel my way back in for day two of the show.
But my single regret won’t hold for long, because I was reminded that I will soon be heading back for their FREE show in Central Park on August 22nd!
Check out some impressive photos from the show: here.
and this kind of odd video someone put together: here.