Every time I go to a concert, I come home wondering why I don’t do it more often. Last night I took Randy Raus’s son Zack and his friend to see O.A.R. at the Celebrity Theater near downtown Phoenix. The theater looks like a concrete UFO permanently stationed in a sun-baked parking lot. Inside probably holds a couple thousand people. It’s a theater in the round: a circular center stage that spins so everyone has a good seat.

I can’t stop thinking about last night. I’d never heard of Jack’s Mannequin, but they were awesome. I’ve listened to them all morning. I’d listened to O.A.R. a few times and I knew I liked them, but seeing them live was such a richer experience of their music. Everyone in the band looked like they were in their twenties, but they had a sound so tight, you would think they’ve played together for decades. It was awesome. Every person in that room had a great time. Even the stiff security guards couldn’t resist swaying and bobbing their heads.;

It makes me wonder how many experiences I’ve missed out on. I spent my whole childhood in a town where nothing happened, and I’ve lived in cities ever since I graduated high school. I forget that one of the most exciting parts of living in a city is the variety of entertainment.

I wish Candyce couldn’t been there to do the whole thing with me. I’ll have to make an effort to see some concerts this summer when I am out in San Diego.