I walked towards the concert at the end of the block replaying some of the things my mother had said to me.
"Wings? Are you mocking the Lord's choir?"
"Why are you going to the devil worshipping place?"
"Mom it is just music!"
"why is everyone beating everyone up then?"
"It is what the music moves them to do." I had left the house then. Sure a typical problem, one of the mothers too old to understand music of these days. She wonders why Elton John isn't good enough for us anymore. Maybe wings weren't such a good idea. I might want to enter "The devil worshipers circle"