When I was eight years old, my oldest sister, Karen, who is nine years older, took me to a Grateful Dead concert. I will never forget it. It was my first rock concert, and I remember so clearly feeling the reverberations of the thumping bass in my chest. They put me up on the stage, and I danced with the Grateful Dead. I was hooked. After that, Karen took me to hear many other bands, and that is how her "hippie" generation shared experiences shaped my musical taste. … Back to Article
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