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— Train (@train) August 18, 2016

My dad and I have different musical tastes.  However, one group we can agree on listening to is Train. I think it goes back to “Drops of Jupiter.” My brother, father, and I all fell in love with the Song and would sing when it came on the radio.  I bought the album because I loved the song. I also later bought a copy of My Private Nation because I loved “When I Look to the Sky.”

Back in 2004,  Train played down at Ft. Stewart.  My brother graduated high school and really wanted to go.  Tickets were $16.00 general admission.  That was his gift.  My parents were going to be out of town that week, so I took my brother.  We were close to the stage.  It was a fun show.  When it was available, I ordered their live album, Alive At Last.

To keep a long story short, I got the very underrated For Me, It’s You album in 2006. It was probably the least known Train album, but there are some gems on it.

However, back in 2009, I heard a snip of “Hey, Soul Sister,” found out about Save Me, San Francisco, and downloaded the album. I didn’t know that song would blow up, or that my father would love it.

My dad told me he likes Train because they tell a story with their songs, which is the kind of song structure his enjoys.  So when California 37 came out, and he heard “50 Ways to Say Goodbye,”  he loved that song.  Finally it hit him when he heard the line “Got run over by a crappy purple Scion” what was sung there, he had the biggest laugh.  A joke between the 2 of us is sharing photos of purple Scions we see out in public.

I say “Hey, Soul Sister” was the introduction of a Train renaissance.  The ticket prices I paid for the concert we attended last night would vouch for that.  My dad had fun. He knew just about all the lyrics.  When “All I Ever Wanted” came on, my dad said he liked that song.  I don’t even listen to it. Also, while “Save Me, San Francisco” was being performed, giant beach balls were released into the crowd.  I didn’t get to play the game because when one of the balls were overhead, my dad would hit it.

Train’s opening act was Andy Grammer.  My dad had no clue who he was. My dad did enjoy his music. My dad loved his song “Forever.” Andy was enjoyable, too. One the way home, “Honey, I’m Good” came on the radio.  “Didn’t we hear this song tonight?” was my dad’s reply to it being on.

I will hold this night dear to me.