The Morning After: Take the Kanu challenge
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I know that it seems like my life is pretty random; I won’t deny that. Especially with nights like Thursday evening, when I received an invite from G-Spot (aka Greg Dehnert), to see America at Blaisdell Concert Hall. I am too young to be familiar with the ’70s band, but it sounded like a great experience so I jumped at the opportunity.
I’m not quite sure if it’s the type of music or just the nature of that era’s generation, but the people at this concert knew how to party.
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There were four women a few rows in front of us who danced throughout the entire concert, encouraging the rest of the audience to join them. By the end of the show, everyone was on their feet. There were several people who sang-a-long, knowing every lyric by heart. The visuals on an overhead projector included images from the Vietnam War, psychedelic colors and other images of the ’70s. I sometimes look back at photos from the ’60s and ’70s and think I was born in the wrong era. I think I’d fit in as a traveling hippie, and caught myself considering adding America to my Pandora station. It was then when I realized I’m not sure what I’d do with myself if I didn’t have my iPhone or had to type this column on an old-fashioned typewriter instead of my laptop.