Christopher Borrelli: Taking my daughter to her first concert, and what I learned
CHICAGO — to a rock concert if you want, my grandmother urged, sardonically. Go and see: You will wish you had never gone. Most likely, you’ll be murdered in the restroom. If I was lucky, she said, I would just be mugged, punched and have my sneakers stolen. Either way, whenever I asked about going to some big arena show, she warned: You think you’re going to hear music but you’re actually ...
by Christopher Borrelli, Chicago Tribune
Jun 02, 2023
4 minutes
CHICAGO — to a rock concert if you want, my grandmother urged, sardonically.
Go and see: You will wish you had never gone. Most likely, you’ll be murdered in the restroom. If I was lucky, she said, I would just be mugged, punched and have my sneakers stolen. Either way, whenever I asked about going to some big arena show, she warned: You think you’re going to hear music but you’re actually going to hang out with 15,000 serial killers who will force you to snort angel dust then stab you to death. At least that was the implication. My grandmother was a nervous person, the sort who, when I was in college, would mail articles clipped from the newspaper about killer bees migrating
You’re reading a preview, subscribe to read more.
Start your free 30 days