That’s music

I’ve played records.
I’ve played tapes.
I’ve played reel-to-reels, 8-tracks, CDs, and MP3 files.
But nothing comes close to hearing music live in concert.
I’m not talking concerts on tape or CD, or over the radio.
Or in those bullshit movie theater or cable company simulcasts.
Live. In concert. There, at the concert.
Buy the fifty-dollar shirt.
Drink the overpriced sponsor’s beer.
Steal a backstage pass and meet the band.
Score a groupie or two, snag some drugs along the way.
Get thrown off the tour bus halfway to Seattle.
Thumb it all the way home.
That’s music, sweet baby.