A list of concerts, just for me? That’s sweet

When I ordered tickets for my wife and I to see Maren Morris this fall, I apparently made a new friend at Live Nation.

We’ve only just met, but my amazing new pal — I believe his name is Al Gorithm — claims to know me so well that he emailed me a “personalized concert lineup” with shows just for me! Not anyone else … me!

Granted, if he really knew me he’d call, text or send me direct messages on Facebook or Twitter instead of email, but I appreciate a guy who looks out for me.

So how did he do?

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Sara Bareilles and all of her new friends

It was a year ago last night that the sound of Sara Bareilles’ voice on “Jesus Christ Superstar” jolted me out of whatever I was doing and made me pay attention.

Last night, she sat at a piano to sing “Brave,” “Armor” and “She Used To Be Mine” for a crowd of about 400 people at TheTimesCenter.

And I was paying full attention.

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Philosophy in a country song

“I’d rather lose for what I am than win for what I ain’t,” Kacey Musgraves, “Pageant Material”

First of all, Kacey Musgraves is going alongside Sara Bareilles in the “How Did I Not Know They Were So Good?” club. My wife got me a couple of her CDs for Valentine’s Day because we have tickets to see her in concert, and she knows I don’t like going to concerts when I’m not that familiar with the performer’s music.

If there’s still someone out there who doesn’t know … take it from me, she’s really good.

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I should be more open-minded about music

Once upon a time, if you wanted to hear the new Mariah Carey song, let’s say, it would probably be on the radio in the next few hours provided you were wiling to wait.

In fact, if you listened to the radio long enough, you’d probably hear it several times a day. (This probably also applied to MTV, but I grew up without cable, and therefore missed most of the years MTV actually played music videos.)

The DJs would even tease it or whatever other songs were popular — “After the break, the new songs by Boyz II Men, Aerosmith and Mariah Carey!” And if you wanted to have it at your fingertips, you’d go to the store and get her tape or CD.

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Getting on the Maggie Rogers bandwagon

I didn’t have the foggiest idea who Maggie Rogers was when I went to the Mumford & Sons concert last December, other than she was the opening act.

But unlike Frankie Ballard — who seemed like he was built at the Create A Country Singer Store and was killing time until Sugarland could take the stage — the way she performed said one thing out loud.

She’s gonna be good.

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The music that plays when the music stops for good

It’s probably not in the top 10 or 20 of things that annoy me (hmmm… have to keep that in mind when I have nothing to write about!), but I want to say “Noooooooo!!!!!” whenever I see people use “bucket list” when they mean to-do list or list of goals.

The main reason isn’t either semantic or pedantic, but because a “bucket list” is things you want to do before you die

… and I hate contemplating dying.

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Welcome to the Church of Mumford

There was a moment, I believe during “Believe,” where Marcus Mumford, surrounded by fans on all four sides of the stage-in-the-round at TD Garden in Boston, leaned over the rail and held out his arms.

As the crowd adored him and he adored right back, the look on his face said, “Man … this is fun!”

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All hail the mighty trombone!

I was going in and out of my nightly couch dozing when my wife said the magic words — “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “trombones.”

I think the last time I woke up so quickly was the one time she programmed “I Will Wait” by Mumford & Sons as the music for our alarm.

Note that I said “one time.” It turns out that 6 a.m. and high-speed banjos don’t mix very well.

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