On day 326 of my 366-day self-care challenge, I saw one of my favorite childhood bands live. Herman Melville’s elusive white whale was Moby Dick; mine was seeing Temple of the Dog.
In the early nineties, I was obsessed with MTV’s 120 minutes, a show that featured the latest in alternative rock, or as some my friends called it, “freak music.” I would stay up late to see the newest video releases, my only hope of staying ahead of the music scene. (It was much better than calling Peaches Records & Tapes to hear their weekly phone recording of new releases anyway.)
Last night seeing Temple of the Dog live – something I never thought I’d have an opportunity to after missing them in their heyday – was absolutely a self-care activity. It made my soul happy.
Tickets didn’t come easily (or cheaply), though, and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t slightly perturbed that Eddie didn’t at least make a cameo appearance. But even without Eddie, it was pretty fantastic.
At one point, Mike McCready was shredding so intensely that I thought to myself a pair of sawhorses might have come in handy to support the power equipment he was clearly operating. And while the group may have had only one album to pull songs from, they peppered in some other nice picks like Sabbath’s War Pigs, Mad Season’s River of Deceit, and even teased a little Floyd.
The nostalgia of it all made me forget for a few minutes that I’ll be 40 on my next birthday, and that I no longer have a curfew.
What is your white whale?