94.9 San Diego

By the time you are 44, all most people listen to is the stuff they grew up with. I just ain't that nostalgic. Hardly a week goes by without me buying some new music.

Music consumes a large part of my life. For my birthday, I dragged Jan to San Diego for the weekend. We took in a Padres game on Saturday and spent all of Sunday at an alternative music festival sponsored by a local radio station.

There were several bands on the play list I wanted to see, including the Hold Steady, which I had already seen twice this year, and Flogging Molly, an Irish punk band out of LA. They didn't disappoint.

But the band I was really there to see was a newer Athens's based three piece band called the Whigs. As the band started their short forty-five minute set, I could feel myself being sucked toward the front of the stage. The Whigs are a straight-forward, percussion driven, power chord loving indie bar band. Check out Right Hand On My Heart.

Not too long ago, I was trying to explain my old album collection to a friend. I can randomly pick out an album that I may have bought twenty years ago and tell you where I was, what I was doing, and probably even what beer I was drinking when I bought it. The Whigs' Mission Control, is that kind of CD. In the future, it will remind me of now. In some ways, your music collection is your autobiography, a collection of who you are and how you see yourself. After all, music is not about how it sounds, it is about how it makes you feel.