Humor and Entertainment

Our middle-class neighborhood borders on the green belt surrounding White Rock Lake. The houses, mostly constructed of brick with wooden shake roofs, are surrounded by trees of every type – pecan, oak, maple – and regularly attract denizens of the forest to gardens, backyards and alleys. Armadillos, rabbits, possums and raccoons are frequent visitors; now and then we see a coyote or two patrolling their territory, hoping to catch a stray cat or small dog for a meal.

Since I was twelve years old, all I ever wanted to do was go see live music. I’d legitimately lay in bed at night and worry that- without a license, money and friends that liked the same music as me- I’d never be able to see any of the bands I loved, and would lead a miserable unfulfilled life. Well, that didn’t happen, and in the last 12 years I’ve gone to more concerts than I can even remember. And since my move to New York City over a year ago, my average is at an all-time high. With hundreds of shows under my 24-year-old belt, I’ve seen a lot of good and I’ve seen a lot of bad. Read on to find out how you can avoid falling into the latter category…