Jeff Buckley made me want to give myself to music, to love another, to live my life and get lost in it all
I—a mild-mannered middle-aged mom who used to drive a minivan—once played CBGB as the drummer for a punk band
There we were, my nine-year-old son and I, ready to rock and salute my favorite band, AC/DC
As the music started, David Bowie looked at me, wagged his finger and gave me a nod. With that, I followed.
As much as I loved the Central Park concert, I was almost more excited about the prospect of telling people that I had experienced pop-culture history
For a groupie back in the '70s, getting Robert Plant's attention was a high point — now if only I could remember how the night ended
I held Bruce Springsteen — the future of rock and roll — in my hands, then lifted him skyward