We cannot remember how many times we’ve made the journey over the years, but it continues to be a great ride.
Thursday, my daughter, Claire, and I, went to Council Bluffs, Iowa, to hear a band play.
We started going to concerts together when Claire was in middle school, and we’re still going.
Our first concert was Green Day, and in between I introduced her to Bob Dylan, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Elvis Costello and Jackson Browne.
In return, she gives me music to listen to and has developed her own taste.
No matter how many concerts we hit, it’s always fun to have someone with whom I can share the experience.
Neither of us can sing or play an instrument, but we can head-bob with the best of them.
In between head-bobs, I noticed another constant at concerts — not everyone will remember the show the next day.
As we stood in the crowd, bobbing our heads, it became apparent we were once again surrounded by people who weren’t there for the music as much as they were the alcohol that is sold at the concert.
This taps into my love-hate relationship I have with people at events.
Namely, I don’t understand some of them.
Concert tickets are not cheap, yet people are willing to pay to go to a show, and then consume so much alcohol they cannot remember what songs the band played.
My problem is I’m easily distracted when I’m out at an event.
The four women who spent the night taking selfies, talking and ignoring the music bothered me until they wandered off away from me.
They were replaced by a guy who bumped into me, yelled at the band to play a slow song faster and whistled in my ear.
He eventually wandered off to share his “enthusiasm” with others.
This is not the first concert where people have annoyed me, and it is not going to be the last one. These people multiply.
I have the same problem at movie theaters. People who talk, turn on their phones and continually get up during movies take my mind off of what I’m watching.
I need blinders and better focus if I’m going to be out in public because these people are not going to change, and it is uncanny how they show up wherever I am.
No matter how annoyed I get, Claire and I will be back at it again sometime, listening to music and being bothered by others. They seem to go hand-in-hand.
Patrick Murphy, editor-publisher of the Humphrey Democrat and Newman Grove Reporter in Nebraska, is a former assistant managing editor of The Telegram.