Reunion Shows: An Indicator of Aging
Aug. 16, 2005 by J.Mo
I know I’m getting old when half the bands I see are on a reunion tour.
Yes, this is a sad day indeed. I went to see two amazing shows last week, both reunion tours. The New York Dolls and Devo. Both bands rocked, but damn, are they old. As I scanned the 40-year-old plus crowd, I realized that I’m not as young and hip as I used to be. I started coming to this realization after three shows (in a few months) at the prestigious DAR Constitution Hall in DC. Granted, I saw the Pixies, Morrissey, and REM, but three times at DAR?!? Pathetic.
As one would expect from its name, DAR is a beautiful, formal (read: stuffy) music hall with assigned seating (read: appealing to tired old people), hosting a range of events from country to classical to comedy. Although I love my thirties, it’s hard for me to admit that the shows that I’m actually coughing up 40 bucks to see are selling out to stuffy old people that are too tired to stand.
Other indicators of aging:
I prefer to have the option to sit down at a show.
I like my space at shows, so prefer half-filled shows versus sold out ones.
I no longer enjoy all-day outdoor festivals, unless drunk, and even then it’s not guaranteed fun because of the long bathroom lines.
I get irritated when I can’t carry a conversation with someone during the show.
All the shows I attend actually start on time and end by midnight.
I get frustrated when bands start late on a school night.
Songs I like are in television commercials (and films, which isn’t as bad).
Bands I like are being played on the radio (frequently), e.g. Keane and the Killers.
Bands I like are featured on television sitcom soundtracks.
I like musicians I thought I would never like, e.g. Bob Dylan.
I have paid more than 40 bucks to see a show, more than once.
I complain that the music is sometimes too loud.
I am the oldest person in the audience.
With that said, there are three signs that I’m not completely and hopelessly old when it comes to music.
1) I detest assigned seating.
2) I recognize some band names in the local indie/punk rock venue listings.
3) I like bands that most people have never heard of.
Damn, I just came to another realization. After all these years of hating being called a music snob, it seems I’m still aspiring to this ideal. Ah, fuck it, my music taste is probably better than yours anyway.
August 16th, 2005
Glad you called yourself out on the snob issue…”yeah, I’m really into this band - you probably haven’t heard of them…” Ah…the days when being too cool for school was actually still cool, which means lady, no matter how old you are (or will get) you’ll always be hip.
August 16th, 2005
Ha! I was just thinking the same thing when I got all in a tizzy last week about Big Star reuniting.
Shit. I just got an email with the subject, “Are you anxious about your bladder?”
Watch out, AARP, here we come.
August 16th, 2005
Personally, I don’t see why the music has to be so loud in the first place. Everyone could hear just fine if it was at a sub-bone-shattering level. And I can’t stand to see people drunk and rowdy at the show. Why even be there? Why? You could be drunk and rowdy anywhere. Why waste the $40 and ruin my night in the process? And, yes, I think $40 is quite enough for me to get a chair, thanks.
August 16th, 2005
Ahh yes… Morrissey at DAR. Honestly it was my favorite show I’ve ever been to. I got goosebumps.
I’m not too worried about seeming old at a show. I look around at the youngsters sneakily sipping beer. I was there once too - feeling all self-conscious, hoping I looked cool.
At least now I know I’m not cool and I’m okay with that.
August 16th, 2005
I was posting a comment on another blog last night, and this chick had never heard of J Geils Band (as mentioned by some previous commentor). Granted, not the epitomy of musicianship, but damn, never even heard of them? I felt so old. I think it was 6th grade for me when they hit with Centerfold.
August 17th, 2005
the ultimate sign that you (as a man) are getting old is that you give up your birth right of standing to take a piss. Instead of standing, your lazy ass opt’s for the a seat on the throne (who left the seat up?!).
August 17th, 2005
shut up old ass!
pretention is a quality not becoming of you.
-jaded eye
August 17th, 2005
Sar:
Centerfold rocks!
Na na nananana…
August 17th, 2005
You want OLD, Julie? How about this:
Tonight, I am going to see Gordon Lightfoot in concert at Wolf Trap.
Creepy, aren’t I? I hope you still actually talk to me after this.
August 17th, 2005
HotToTrot, Have you heard of the Rock Snob’s Dictionary? It’s my bible. Actually, even that is too mainstream for my taste.
Actually, I like to think that I’m less of a snob now than in college because I now befriend people who go to see Gordon Lightfoot at the Wolftrap. Who the hell is Gordon Lightfoot anyway, Chrissy?
JO, I like it when a man can admit that he pisses sitting down.
Maine, how old are you?!? No loud music, ever? And my biggest problem with assigned seating is that people get pissed off if you want to stand during the show.
C.Ro, Big Star is reuniting??? I’ll have to add that to my list of reunion shows!
And for the record, JJ, at first I was irritated by Morrissey’s pretentious attitude and the massive red lights of his name on stage, but after realizing that Morrissey is one of the few people who can get away with it and people actually love him for it, I embraced the show as one of the best shows I’ve seen (especially after sneaking up front). Much better than the first around, where I had to witness a horde of girls fighting for his shirt, literally tearing it to shreds. Oh, and my friend, crying at the end of the show because she thought that this would be the last time she would ever see Morrissey in her life. Girls can be so melodramatic.
August 17th, 2005
Oh yeah, I was talking to a guy last night who was in Israel recently, dancing with a female soldier to Billie Jean by Michael Jackson. To his surprise, this girl never heard the song before. I thought Michael Jackson was the king of music around the world! The guy soon found out she was born in 1985 and quickly ended their dance. 1985? Fuck. I’m old. But I embrace it. Really.
Sar, the J Geils Band rocks. I LOVE Centerfold.
August 17th, 2005
Oh yeah.
I’m so glad you’re the music snob, because that way I can be lazy and copy off your test.
August 17th, 2005
Those are a couple of interesting ruinted bands to see– I’d especially be curious to see the New York Dolls, or what’s left of them.
I’ll confess to sharing many of the fogeyisms on your list. But I think I realized I was old when I was invited to spend the day wth friends riding the coasters at Six Flags, and the very thought of standing in line all day made be beg off…
August 18th, 2005
LOL @ Centerfold. Go check out my radio.blog on my blog, Diane’s Stuff. If you are unfamiliar with how the radio blog works you’ll see an arrow top and bottom- just scroll~ until you find a song named “First I Look At The Purse”. Talk about old. That song was from J. Geils Band Live Album recorded in 1972. Go ahead— give it a listen!