The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.

One of the most fun times I had with Tiff and Ken during the summer of Tiff, Ken, and Chris was the time we went to see Aerosmith at Great Woods in Mansfield, MA. I don’t remember who opened, but I do remember that the real show started with a huge Indian-inspired scrim hiding the stage. There were cats all over it and artwork inspired by the recent release, Nine Lives, and when the Bad Boys from Boston came out they performed the early portion of the title cut behind the scrim, their shadows enormous on the semi-translucent curtain. Then the song switched gears the it came toppling down and we were in for a great show.

It was the first time I’d ever seen Aerosmith and it was amazing. They did a slew of cuts of the Nine Lives album and a healthy supply of classics and they were really tight. I remember thinking Steven’s vocals were ten-times better than anything I’d heard on the old Classics Live and Classics Live II albums.

Tiff and KenMills were into it but I knew more of the obscure songs than they did and I was singing along to just about everything. I have always had an uncanny ability to memorize song lyrics. It’s the lead vocalist in me crying to get out, I guess.

The show was just the right length and then we were off home. Ken drove, I believe. It took us a while to get out of the parking lot but it always did. We probably talked about how awesome the show was and then Ken did his KenMills thing, turning on the radio and listening to thirty seconds of each song before changing the station or switching the tape or CD.