We’ve had a lot of wonderful family experiences since coming to Valencia, but by and large they have been just that – family experiences. That’s great, but we know it’s important to spend time with our kids individually as well. Maybe we’ll try to do more of that intentionally in Year Two, but it’s more of an unintended consequence at present.
Back in March I bought two tickets to see Guns N Roses in Madrid on June 9, thinking Hilary and I would go with some friends of ours. As time went on, people started dropping out, and eventually Hilary decided it wasn’t that interesting to her either. Neither of the kids has listened to enough GNR* to be considered fans, per se, and they both tend to shy away from super loud noises, so I wasn’t exactly sure how the concert would pan out.
*Maybe it’s different in other houses, but one weird offshoot of technological progress is our kids don’t really listen to music the way we did when we were younger. I used to listen to the radio all the time, and when I had my bar mitzvah my big purchase was a stereo system with a five-CD changer. Five whole CDs at once, can you imagine??? Like many other suckers kids I bought into the 11 CDs for a penny offerings (I was a BMG person over Columbia House, personally), so I was constantly discovering new music, even in elementary school. Our kids have every song ever recorded at their fingertips at a moment’s notice, but they spend most of their time playing video games. To each their own.
Jamie made it clear he would really like to go to the concert, and so it was that he and I hopped a train to Madrid (he got to skip school for the day, so already on a path to the Best Day Ever) for the show.
After a fun afternoon getting lunch at the Mercado de San Miguel and a surprise (in the sense that I was pretty floored Jamie voluntarily chose to go to an art museum) visit to Museo del Prado, we began to make our way towards the venue.
As we rode the metro, we shared my AirPods and rocked out to some of GnR’s best. The symmetry was striking to me. Jamie is just finishing up 5th grade, and when I was his age I listened almost exclusively to two albums – Def Leppard’s Hysteria and Guns N Roses’ Appetite For Destruction. Now this was going to be Jamie’s first concert. Amazing.
I was trying to juxtapose Jamie at his first concert experience with my own. I’m not entirely sure what it was, but if I had to guess, I think it might have been seeing Ray Charles in Jackson, MS, which is a story my family loves to tell because we waited for him after the show and as he walked by I extended my hand to shake his, and he naturally walked right past it because he can’t fucking see you idiot.
I don’t remember if my parents told me interesting anecdotes about Ray Charles (or Bonnie Raitt, another early concert I saw) while we were at their shows, and I couldn’t help but giggle thinking about how different those must have been from what I might have shared on this occasion: “You see Jamie, those moaning sounds you hear in the background of Rocket Queen is Axl having sex in the recording booth with drummer Steven Adler’s ex-girlfriend.”
We got to the Metropolitano stadium (erstwhile home of Atletico Madrid futbol club) around 8:30 and did some people-watching while we waited for our friends to arrive. I’ll say this for Guns N Roses – they really captured people’s attention back in the day. So many people we saw going into the stadium were wearing tour apparel from the early ’90s, which is pretty damn impressive. Speaking of merch, I’m usually a miser when it comes to that stuff, but I remember how much I loved the clothing I got at various live events I went to as a kid and didn’t want to deprive Jamie of that, despite the absurd pricing ($45 for a goddamn t-shirt), so we bought matching tees and headed in to have our ears blown out.
The band was supposed to come on at 9:30, and surprisingly enough, they did. In fact, this edition of Guns N’ Roses is much different than I imagine they were in their heydey, which makes sense some three decades later. They were energetic, they were LOUD, but they were professional.
I remember once hearing Paul McCartney talk about his concerts and building them from a framework of, if he were a Paul McCartney fan, what would he want to hear. I would say Guns N’ Roses did the same thing, which again, feels much more mature than how (I’m guessing) they were in the early 90s.
Not only did they play pretty much every song you’d want to hear, but they really gave the audience their money’s worth, playing for over three and a half hours. We ended up making a break for it just before the encore, in part to beat the metro traffic but also because it was already close to 1 am and Jamie was pretty spent.
It was quite an experience! Axl is 61 now, and while he has to work a bit harder to hit some of the primal screams, he’s a lot better than you’d anticipate given the life he’s lived. Meanwhile Slash on the guitar is still an awesome sight to behold, and Jamie was truly taken in by his wizardry. As he explained after the show, “I can’t move my fingers without a guitar as fast as Slash does with one.”
I was glad we got to see them together, and I hope it will be a standout memory of his childhood the way going to Mississippi State basketball games was for me with my dad. I guess with just a little more hearing loss.