"We Don't Even Have an Attic"

"We Don't Even Have an Attic"

Three Things a Teenage DJ Taught Me About Building a Business That Lasts

  The Setup 

Fifty years ago today, April 27, 1976, I took a girl named Donna to see America in concert at the New Haven Coliseum.

It was our second date. And if I'm being completely honest, we almost didn't get there.

The first date, the junior prom three weeks earlier, was a near disaster. I'll get to that in a minute. But first, let me back up a little further. Because this story actually starts at a party, in a living room, with a confused look on a very cute girl's face, and an innocent question about an attic that didn't exist.

  The Story 

It was early 1976. I was sixteen, a junior at Sheehan High School in Wallingford, Connecticut, and I had three consuming passions in life: rock music, football, and my 1966 Ford Mustang. In roughly that order.

A friend of mine, someone I'd known since seventh grade, invited me to a party at her house. She came from a big family. Five sisters, no brothers, and a mother who could be described only as a "tough Italian mom" in the very best sense of the phrase. The kind of mom who makes enough food for forty people when thirty are expected, and keeps a sharp eye on the room at all times.

The party was maybe fifteen teenagers. There was music, there were snacks, there was the kind of clumsy social energy that only exists when nobody's quite sure who they're supposed to be talking to. And spinning records in the corner, yes, actual vinyl records (after all, it was the seventies), was one of the younger sisters.

Her name was Donna.

She was a sophomore. A year behind me. And she was, in a word, adorable. I was immediately, helplessly smitten.

My friend brought me over and made the introductions. Donna and I chatted, the usual superficial teenager stuff. What grade are you in. Do you know so-and-so. That kind of thing.

And then I had a thought. She's running the record player. I'm a rock guy. What better way to liven up this party than to make a request? So I asked her:

"Do you have Toys in the Attic?"

Now, if you grew up in the mid-seventies with any appreciation for rock and roll, you know that Toys in the Attic was Aerosmith's third studio album, released April 1975, about a year before this party, but still their latest record and very much in heavy rotation for anyone paying attention to rock. I loved it. Seemed like a perfectly reasonable request.

Donna stared at me. There was a pause. The kind of pause where you can almost see someone running a mental search and coming up empty.

Then she said:

"No. We don't even have an attic."

I want to be clear: she was completely sincere. She was not making a joke. She was genuinely reporting on the structural features of her family's home.

I did my best not to laugh. Failed slightly. When I explained that Toys in the Attic was, in fact, the name of an album, by Aerosmith, she turned approximately the color of a ripe tomato. We both laughed. And then we kept talking.

Two things became clear to me in that moment: First, this girl and I did not share the same musical universe. Second, I really, really liked her anyway.

A few days later, I asked her to the junior prom. She said yes.

April 10, 1976. Our first date.

It did not go particularly well.

Prom is a lot of things, but a relaxed, get-to-know-each-other situation is not one of them. There's the pressure of the tuxedo. The corsage you hope she likes. The photographs. The dinner. The DJ playing songs neither of you quite knows what to do with. By the end of the night, we liked each other well enough, but there were no fireworks. Safe to say we both went home thinking: nice person, probably just a friend.

And that would have been the end of the story, except for the tough Italian mom.

The day after prom, without any prompting from Donna, her mother said: "That Alan seems like a nice young man. You should call him and invite him for Sunday dinner."

Donna called. I accepted so fast I probably alarmed her.

Sunday dinner at the house was a completely different experience. No pressure. No agenda. Great food, I mean genuinely great, this was an Italian family, and actual conversation. The kind where you find out what someone's actually like. We started talking more at school. And somewhere in those conversations, we discovered something unexpected: we actually did have some bands in common.

One of them was America.

America was coming to the New Haven Coliseum on April 27th, just a couple of weeks out. Twenty miles from Wallingford. I asked if she wanted to go. She said yes. And that night, this night, fifty years ago, changed everything.

We've been together ever since. Married for forty-six of the last fifty years. And in a few days, on May 1st, we'll be seeing America in concert again, here in Sarasota, where we've lived for the past thirty years. America concert number fifteen. Together.

The first date was the prom. But the concert was where things actually started. There's a lesson in that.

  The Business Lessons 

Lesson One: Know What Attic You're Talking To

Here's what happened in that living room: I assumed a shared frame of reference that didn't exist. I said "Toys in the Attic" and heard it as completely obvious, it's an Aerosmith album, everybody knows that. Donna heard it as a bizarre question about home architecture.

Same words. Completely different worlds.

This happens in business every single day, and usually with higher stakes than a party conversation. You launch a website and fill it with industry terminology your customers have never encountered. You write a LinkedIn post that makes perfect sense inside your professional bubble and lands with a thud everywhere else. You get on a sales call and lead with the thing you think is most impressive, your methodology, your framework, your certification, and the person on the other end is staring at you like you asked about their attic.

The confused look on Donna's face that night was data. She wasn't wrong. I was speaking a language she hadn't learned yet, and it was entirely my fault for assuming she had.

Effective communication, in marketing, in sales, in any conversation that matters, starts with the other person's frame of reference, not your own. You don't lead with what excites you. You lead with what connects to what they already know and care about.

Before you send the next email, post the next piece of content, or open the next sales conversation, ask yourself: Am I speaking Aerosmith, or am I speaking to someone who doesn't even have an attic?

Lesson Two: The Prom Problem

The prom was a perfectly good event. It was just the wrong environment for what we were actually trying to do, which was figure out if we liked each other.

High-stakes, formal, structured settings are genuinely terrible for building real connection. Too much is riding on every moment. You can't be casual, you can't be awkward, you can't be normal. You're performing.

Sunday dinner was none of those things. It was home turf. Relaxed. No dress code. Nobody was evaluating anyone; well, maybe a little. And that's where the real relationship actually started.

Entrepreneurs over-invest in the prom.

The big pitch meeting. The trade show booth. The formal presentation. The launch day announcement. These things matter, and I'm not saying skip them. But a lot of us have made the mistake of treating them as the relationship instead of as the introduction. And when the prom doesn't produce fireworks, when the pitch doesn't close, when the launch doesn't pop, when the trade show leads go cold, we conclude that nothing was there. When actually, we just needed Sunday dinner.

Sunday dinner is the follow-up email that sounds like a human being wrote it. It's the check-in call where you ask what's actually going on in their business before you say anything about yours. It's the LinkedIn comment that has real content in it instead of "great post!" It's the conversation that doesn't have an agenda.

The best relationships I've built in thirty-plus years of running businesses, with clients, partners, vendors, mentors, almost none of them started with a formal presentation. They started somewhere informal, somewhere real, somewhere nobody was performing.

Don't give up after the prom. Wait for Sunday dinner.

Lesson Three: Find the America

Here's the one that took me the longest to fully appreciate, and I think it's the most important.

Donna didn't become an Aerosmith fan. I didn't develop a deep appreciation for middle-of-the-road soft rock. We didn't convert each other. What we found, when we actually took the time to look, was the place where our musical worlds genuinely overlapped.

America.

"A Horse With No Name." "Ventura Highway." "Sister Golden Hair." Music that wasn't Aerosmith-loud but wasn't elevator music either. Music we both actually loved. And that shared love of America became the foundation of something real, not a compromise, not a negotiation, but a genuine point of connection that has lasted fifty years and fifteen concerts.

For entrepreneurs, especially those of us over fifty who are coming out of long corporate careers and trying to build something new: you don’t need to become someone else to serve your market. You don't need to adopt someone else's style, speak someone else's language, or pretend to be younger/hipper/more tech-forward than you actually are.

What you need to do is find the America, the real, genuine intersection of what you are excellent at and what your customer actually needs.

That intersection exists. It's not always the first thing you pitch. It's not always the thing you lead with. Sometimes you have to have a few conversations, ask a few honest questions, and sit through something that doesn't quite work before you find it. But when you find it, when what you love doing and what someone genuinely needs line up, that's when things stop feeling like selling and start feeling like a conversation you want to keep having.

Your expertise, your decades of experience, your particular way of solving problems, that's not a liability you need to apologize for. It's the repertoire. The question is which songs on that setlist connect with this particular audience.

Find their America. Then play that song with everything you've got.

  Coming Full Circle 

Fifty years ago tonight, a sixteen-year-old kid in a 1966 Mustang drove a girl named Donna to the New Haven Coliseum to see America. The girl who, three weeks earlier, didn't even have an attic.

They've been married for forty-six years. They've seen America fifteen times. They live in Sarasota now, thirty years in.

And in a few days, on May 1st, they'll sit in a concert hall in their adopted hometown and listen to songs they've loved for half a century. Together.

Not because the first date was perfect. It wasn't. It was awkward and overdressed and full of pressure. The connection happened later, in the right environment, when they stopped performing and started talking.

Not because they were the same. They weren't. One asked for Aerosmith; one didn't have an attic. But they found the band they both loved, and they built fifty years on top of it.

That's the story. That's also the business advice.

Speak their language. Show up where real conversations happen. Find the overlap. Play to it.

And when you find your America, hold on tight. Fifteen concerts in, it just keeps getting better.

Keep rocking.

Alan McKee is the author of The Amplified Entrepreneur: Building a Business That Rocks and founder of AmpMyBiz.com — where classic rock stories meet entrepreneurship principles for professionals over 50 who are ready to step out of the background and into the spotlight. The book is available on Amazon. Ready to go deeper? Visit AmpMyBiz.com.

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