You know the type. The old lady or guy — who continues to go to concerts in their 40s, 50s, and even 60s. You see them bobbing their heads to the beat of the music — yet you quietly feel the tiniest bit of sadness for them — pity even. You think, “God I hope I never end up like them”. But there I was — the sad “old” lady bobbing and swaying to the music — enjoying ever lyric, every note. Mind you, I wasn’t alone — Ine was with me displaying the same exact movements. But I can’t help but wonder — when do you actually leave behind your youth and begin being a grown-up?
Ever since seeing Cake at Earthfest, I’ve been going back to my musical college roots so to speak. Looking for old songs from the early to mid 90s. I’ve revisited music from bands like Cake, Third Eye Blind, Everclear, Bare Naked Ladies, Pearl Jam, The Cranberries, Garbage, and yes – even Alanis Morisette. Certain bands and particular songs take me back to specific events in my life — certain people, certain situations. So whatever happened to these bands? As I stood out in the sun absorbing all the festivities of Earthfest — enjoying Cake music — it dawned on me, “these dudes playing have to be in their 40s”. Then I suddenly became extremely nauseous and panicky. Were all the bands that I enjoyed in my youth (particularly my college years) all old-timers? Its an obvious deduction and reasonable to assume that they would have grown up, married and bore children — even create traditional families. And I remembered looking over the crowd and upon quick observation realized — 80% were probably born in the early to mid 80s — making them elementary school students when much of this music originally aired. Slowly I felt complete and utter sickness — realizing, was I becoming one of THOSE people?