How much was I into Living Colour‘s 1998 debut album, Vivid? I was willing to go to a concert with my mother just because Living Colour was the opening band.
Sure, you think, that doesn’t sound so bad. But at 19, going to a Rolling Stones concert with my mother and two of her friends was the pinnacle of things I definitely didn’t want to do. And yet, I girded myself for the inevitable embarrassing spectacle of my mother screaming her head off in public at Mick Jagger, just so I’d get to catch like 40 minutes of Living Colour from nosebleed seats. Yeah, it was worth it. Continue reading ““Vivid” by Living Colour (No. 92)”