I completely missed the 90’s music scene.
The last album I bought— yes, vinyl record album– was Metallica’s Black Album, in 1991. The last big concert I attended was Ozzy Osbourne’s No More Tours tour at the Seattle Coliseum, in the spring of 1992. I had no way of knowing at the time that it would be my last tour–last concert– for years. My life changed in unbelievable ways in 1992.
I had a baby, and just four months later I separated from my husband. I moved with my parents and baby girl from the wet side of Washington to the dry side, some 280 miles away. Just a few months after that, my Mom was diagnosed with cancer.
Overall, 1992 was a year of changes and quite a bit of turmoil. The only real positive thing that happened for me that year was that I met my current husband, although at the time he was also having a year of tribulation. We commiserated well. Call me ignorant, but I saw nothing wrong with my vinyl and cassette tape collections. I had around 300 vinyl albums and several cases of cassettes. He introduced me to CDs. I thought they were a fad.
Concerts are my guilty pleasure.
I have always loved music. If it’s got a beat, I’m usually up for it. I grew up on country western (my parents musical genre), 70’s rock and later 80’s metal, and I was always ready to buy the latest album from one of my favorites, or drag my butt out of bed at the crack of dawn to stand in line at TicketMaster to get those prized stubs. Robert Plant tickets sold out in less than 10 minutes. My feet were in the grass at Shoreline Amphitheater for that one. Best. show. EVER. In the early 90’s though, concerts weren’t exactly a priority.
Life had changed.
Funny things happen when people find God.
Changes happen, to be sure, radical ones. We pick up new ideals and values that we didn’t have before. Things I never considered before about my taste in music, suddenly became this burden. I felt like everything was evil. I started thinking everything that wasn’t overtly Christian was demonic. Everything from my life before Christ seemed tainted.
But it wasn’t. Not really. Definitely not all of it. But the friends I had made at church said otherwise.
Their disdain for my past life was enough to make me push ME away. Hidden down, where no one could see me or judge me. I put blinders on, shut my ears to the radio and everything popular in the media, and went on a very closely guarded cruise control.
The 1990’s had a music scene all it’s own.
I was aware of some of it. Nirvana and Pearl Jam were often heard coming through the speakers when E was home, but I contented myself with DC Talk and Jars of Clay. I still love those bands, but see where I’m going here.
I taught my kids that all secular music was bad. I wouldn’t allow them to listen to most of it. There were a few that snuck through, but generally I only encouraged Christian artists and only listened to the same.
These thoughts have come from a crisis of faith, so to speak, where I’m working with God to bring balance to my life. There can’t be all left or all right. Leaning too far in either direction makes one imbalanced.
The music I used to love, I still enjoy.
It just took me while to allow myself to come back to being ME. Music is still a huge draw for me. I am still a concert junkie. Be they Christian or secular, Def Leppard or TobyMac, I still love music. I still get online early (not more standing in line at 6am!) and hover, my finger over the BUY NOW key, to get those concert tickets as soon as they go on sale.
And I went to a Def Leppard concert recently.
Def Leppard, Styx, and Tesla, to be precise. It probably doesn’t sound like such a profound thing to you as it does to me. I completely missed the 90’s, as well as most of the first 10 years of the 2000’s, but I wasn’t going to miss this visit to the music of my teens!
And let me tell you, Def Leppard and Styx put on an awesome show!!!
Side note: I was actually really looking forward to seeing Tesla at this concert, but they were a huge disappointment. They just sounded old and tired. Bummer there but the rest of it was amazing!