Rocking Out With Mom – A Tribute To The Women Who Raised Us
A few months ago we had the bright idea to have some of your favorite confessors share tales of attending concerts with their Mother’s. We hope you enjoy them and encourage you to share your own via the comment section. Happy Mother’s Day to our Mom’s and all the Mom’s out there. Thank you for all that you do.
My earliest memory of music comes from when I was in the womb with my Mother. While the story of my memories of her playing piano before I was born shall be saved for another day, there is no doubt in my soul that she is the reason music has become such a major focus in my life. From U2 and Oasis at the Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum to the Decemberists with the Los Angeles Philharmonic at the Hollywood Bowl we have seen some incredible shows together. Yet for Mother’s Day, I would like to share a tale of survival at Shoreline Amphitheatre.
The year was 2000 and we had previously enjoyed Neil Young’s Annual Bridge School Benefit in 1998 and 1999. On this particular Saturday in October the Bay Area was hit with a massive storm. With us having lawn tickets we found a spot on the lawn early on and hunkered down for 12 long hours in the elements. While this may have been nearly 12 years ago, I remember it as if it was yesterday. We made the most of the day, enjoying sets by the likes of Foo Fighters, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers and many more. Even when the rain stopped and the cold arctic blast descended upon Mt. View my Mom didn’t complain once. She smiled the entire time hypnotized by the music coming from the stage.
I do remember getting into her truck at the end of the night and sitting there for about 20 minutes with the heater going full blast as we dried and defrosted together. So thank you Mom for all you have done and thank you for passing your appreciation of music onto me. I love you – Happy Mother’s Day.
D. Brown (thenaturalstoner)
I have been to many shows with my mother, I am not ashamed to admit. Jimmy Buffett a few times, Ozzfest (although we left after Pantera and Marilyn Manson, I had seen what I had come to Devore for. Skipped Ozzy and old balls Sabbath). A Further Festival in Irvine 1997 with Ratdog, moe. Black Crowes, Arlo Gutherie, etc, A Horde Fest with Primus and Neil Young (also 1997), String Cheese Incident in San Diego in their heyday, etc. But what I remember most about shows with my mom was my first ever concert, ever. The Beach Boys in Temecula, California, sometime around 1985 or 1986. I don’t remember this show as much for the music and Cali blonde girls and beach balls brought to wine country SoCal that had everyone going crazy, but more for the fact that I saw two gay dudes for the first time in public. It was fucking awesome and made all those oldtime backwards thinking white dudes in the crowd freak out. I fucking loved it.
The first concert Phishbeard had the privilege of taking his mother to was Arlo Guthrie playing at The Met in Spokane, WA on 3/23/04. I remember before the show, my mother and I were having a couple drinks at the bar across the street from the venue. After prefunking with my mother, we crossed the street to go to the venue. I saw a really drunk man on the side of the street that we just left. He tried to step up onto the curb and missed. The man fell and hit his head very hard on a large blue U.S. Postal Service mailbox that was bolted to the sidewalk. The drunk knocked himself out and was lying in a busy street, so I had to run back to the man and pick him up and slump him over the mailbox. When he came to, he freaked out and wanted to know what I was doing to him, which led to my explanation. In a hurry to not miss the show, I left the drunk and continued on with my mother to the venue. I remember Arlo having at least one if not two of his children playing in his band. His daughter was drop dead gorgeous and if I remember correctly his son could play a mean guitar. Arlo played all his classics that night, just like I wanted. We were lucky enough to get an Alice’s Restaurant as well, even if was a shortened version. I would have to say that I had a real enjoyable evening hanging out with my mom and would love to take her to another show in the future some time.
The only man my mother loves more than Dave Grohl is my dad. Fortunately, she finally got the chance to see the most awesome man alive on May 27, 2011 with his band Foo Fighters. After a much-needed comeback and one of the best albums of the year, Foo Fighters played a triumphant headlining slot at the Sasquatch Music Festival at the Gorge. The smile never left her face, even as the marijuana smoke wafted into the air and the temperature at the gorgeous amphitheater dropped. We had a marvelous time seeing one of the greatest live bands of the new millennium, and I hope I get to see Foo Fighters with my mom again.
Of the handful of shows I’ve been to with my mother, 2 of them occurred in the city of Missoula, Montana. The best of those trips was one to see my favorite band of the 90’s, Pearl Jam. The show was in June of 1998, shortly after the release of the album Yield. At the time my wife (then girlfriend) and I were 17 and my parents were doing the cool parent thing and taking us to the show. Fellow concert confessions alum The Natural Stoner was also in attendance. We headed across Idaho with my folks, rolling through LoLo hot springs on the way to Missoula where we hung out with some pals from our hometown . We set out the next day for Missoula. The weather was beautiful and I remember waiting in line an eternity to get into the venue on a bright, sunny Montana afternoon. The concert was at the University of Montana Grizzlies football field and we ended up around the 35 to 40 yard line on the side towards the stage. The setlist for this show was epic and I got my second favorite PJ song right out of the gate, Corduroy. The show included lots of tracks from Yield (Pilate, Brain of J, and Given to Fly) as well as some classics from Ten. We were also treated to some great tunes from the album No Code like Present Tense and Hail Hail. Eddie Vedder did get pretty pissed off at the crowd as the mosh pit (where our homeboy the Natural Stoner was at…) folks were out of hand and hit him with a water bottle early on. The show overall was amazing and ended with a 4 song first encore of awesomeness that included Black, Better Man, State of Love and Trust and ended with once. And finally, for the second encore, my all time favorite Pearl Jam song Yellow Ledbetter was played. My strongest memory from the show was of the four of us standing mesmerized through the second encore as many folks trying to beat the crowd out streamed up the stairs on either side of us. The light quality (the sun had set and the sky was still orange but fading) added to the quality of the end of the show. It was one hell of a fun adventure getting to see Pearl Jam with my mom (and seeing her enjoy it) and I would definitely go to a concert with her again.
Thanks to all of our Mom’s and every Mom out there. We love you :)