I grew up in a household where my mother had us kids listening to Christian, Motown, and Disney music (yes, sheltered with a capital S). Car rides with my dad were a different story, though. He had a rule: we wouldn't tell Mom what music we listened to with him. Those drives were life-changing. We would blast "I Can’t Drive 55" by Sammy Hagar and sing our hearts out.
I was introduced to rock 'n' roll artists like AC/DC, Aerosmith, Guns N' Roses, and Ozzy Osbourne, and I was forever changed. My mother, not being naive, quickly figured out what was happening but was only concerned that we didn't listen to "dark" rock 'n' roll.
My parents' contrasting music tastes shaped my own love for various genres.
As a child, I earned the nickname "SamBamm" because I was an ADHD whirlwind, often running into walls and furniture and knocking the wind out of myself. My apologies to all the babysitters I locked out of the house. #wildchild
My older sister helped broaden my musical horizons beyond the '60s and '70s, introducing me to alt-rock and rock bands of the 2000s. I'm still lost in that world and have no desire to be found.
In junior college, I took a history of rock 'n' roll class that deepened my appreciation for music. Learning about how music evolved with history was eye-opening. We spent a month studying The Beatles, and all I can say is, damn, I wish I could've seen them live. #borninthewronggeneration
Fast forward through life—traveling, living in a third-world country, shark cage diving, going to concerts, living through COVID, earning my master's degree, and becoming an aunt—I met Jim Brown while working a 9-to-5 job.
We bonded over music, sharing stories about concerts, live performances, and bands to check out and now, I work for them and love every second.
If you ever see me in the pit or at a concert, give your girl SamBamm a shout-out and throw up those devil horns (Sorry Mom).
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