This summer is Cha Cha’s Summer of Live Music That Kicks Ass. In two weeks, Mr. eHarmony and I are going to see Def Leppard, Styx and Foreigner. Yes, that’s right – a triple bill that will rock the pants off of any slightly inebriated child of the 80s.
Then, we’re off to see Crowded House. My prayers have been answered and these sweet Aussies have reunited. Thank you, sweet, merciful, eight-pound, five-ounce baby Jesus.
Loggins. Kenny Loggins. And then? REO. Speedwagon.
Def Leppard, et al, can be written off as a nostalgia tour. Strangely, a ton of my friends are going – a decision we all made independently for fear of being outed as freaks. But we’ll all see each other there. And Crowded House? Well, they’re just brilliant and that’s just all there is to it.
But Loggins and REO?
I love them. Loooooove them. It’s not cool to love them, I know. But I will remain true, even though my level of excitement over these two shows is embarrassing at best, completely psychotic if we’re being honest.
And the best part?
My enthusiasm is matched only by that of Mr. eHarmony. It’s official – I’ve discovered what’s wrong with him. His taste in music is just as disturbing and flawed as mine.