ROCK OF AGES
WHILE GOOD MUSIC NEVER GETS OLD, I’M STARTING TO THINK MY MOSH-PIT DAYS MAY WELL BE BEHIND ME
There’s a moment when you realise you’re not as young as you used to be. For me, it happened last weekend. It started off fun enough: A kid-free weekend and night out with the hubby with dinner, cocktails and tickets to a show – Pseudo Echo and 1927.
Now the Pseuds were one of the bandcrushes of my early and mid-teens and their music governs many of my memories and holds a significant place in my heart.
Enjoying pre-show drinks after arriving early, I watched the rest of the crowd trickle through the doors.
Within 20 minutes I was surrounded by a bunch of middle-aged people. Grey hair, expanded waistlines and wrinkles. I was in the middle of them. What the?
When did everybody get so old? Given the Pseuds’ version of
celebrates its 30th anniversary this December, obviously that’s when... the past three decades. Even the concert set-up catered to an older crowd, with full seating right to the stage. No crowd surfing to be had. Not quite the pub or stadium shows of old.
Still, the Pseuds were as good as ever and had the crowd on their (probably aching) feet. Special kudos to the bloke in front of me who did a mighty fine robot in the aisles.
It made me wonder what the original Metallica fans are like now. After 30 years or so of heavy metal, they’re probably half deaf... at least they can blame it on the music and not old age.
I bought tickets to Bruce Springsteen on the weekend too, for the Australian leg of his tour next year. Pretty excited about that.
is another nostalgic symbol of my teen years. However, it’s occurred to me The Boss is now 67, a year older than my father. And while I know I’m going to enjoy his show, he won’t be that tight-jean-wearing version of Bruce from 30 years ago.
But I guess it’s a two-way street. The audiences aren’t what they used to be either.
Pseudo Echo’s Brian Canham is no longer singing to a bunch of teens and 20-somethings. It’s now 40 to 60year-olds. Nobody wants nanna knickers thrown on stage. Do groupies still hang around hoping to get lucky in middle age?
Thank God for wine and the actual music. It’s a combination that keeps you at least feeling young, even if appearances tell you otherwise.
Today is my 45th birthday and I’m not quite sure how that happened. Put
or on and I’m still 15, 18, 20, 25.
Which is why I’ll continue to go and watch these blasts from the past, because –despite the fact they don’t look like they used to – they do at least sound like they used to, and we can all pretend nothing has changed.