You can thank WFYI for this post....
Any proper child of the 70's and before should be able to deftly finish the phrase If I had a hammer. Not only that, but you should also be able to continue through the rest of the chorus in a sing-songy manner while attempting harmony. You might even be standing up by the time you sing your way to the last few lines, head shaking back and forth, fists clenched, It's the hammer of justice, it's the bell of free-ee-dom, it's the song about the love between by brothers and my sisters, aaa-aa-allll over this laa-aaa-aaa-and. Woooooooooo.
Now you're saying to yourself, Damn you Schovillova for putting that song into my head! Why did I do this to you? I'm just sharing the love kids, sharing the love. And also? I'm reminiscing about some of my earliest musical influences and dare I say my first concert ever. That's right, that motley crew pictured above was in fact my first live musical performance at what was once known as Starplex Amphitheater located deep in the heart of Dallas Tejas - aka Smirnoff Music Center. Ugh. My memories of that event are limited but what I do know is that we sat on the lawn, I was with my mom, dad and sis, and we were on a blanket. And I had Cheez-its. To this day I can't look at a box of Cheez-its without humming a few bars of Puff the Magic Dragon. Early 80's best guess.
I know few who can top my first concert experience (besides my mom whose first concert was The Monkees) and I'm happy to report that it was uphill from there. Nights running around Poor David's Pub when I was no taller than the bar peppered my taste buds with some of Texas's finest and still to this day I'm a sucker for anything Willie or Stevie Ray. My next ones came at the tail end of my freshman year of high school with Lynyrd Skynyrd and Bad Company, followed shortly by Buffet, Steve Miller and James Taylor repeatedly. By 16 I was sneaking into bars with fake ID's in search of more relevant artists like Better Than Ezra and Dave Matthews, and after that it all runs together. U2, Moby, and Bob Dylan in Prague stick out as some of my favorite live shows but Stevie Wonder singing at the Obama rally during the 2008 Democratic primaries in Naptown takes the cake. The minute he came out on stage I started to cry like a baby, uncontrollable and raw. Kevin looked at me like I had 2 heads but steadied me anyways while I strained to stay upright on the tips of my toes, inching my way towards the stage. Strangest live show reaction to date and I was totally sober ya'll. So many years and so many shows, but trust me when I say that it all started with Peter, Paul & Mary.