I’ve always been someone who couldn’t pretend that I liked something if I didn’t, and I didn’t just like rock music, I loved it. I used to say, “I don’t care how old I get, I’ll always be a rocker.” All the while thinking that rock was only for young people, and I planned to be rocking with a wrinkly ass at age eighty-five.
So, a couple weeks ago, I went to a rock concert with no wrinkly ass yet, but some other sagging parts that weren’t sagging in the 80’s. I thought I’d be the oldest among lots of young people. As I walked through the parking lot toward the stadium, I observed the other fans walking with me. What did I see? Lots of wrinkly skin and a fair amount of gray hair. Who were those people and where did all the youngsters go? I remembered this same thing happened when I went to see the Trans Siberian Orchestra just before Christmas, but thought it was just a fluke.
Then it dawned on me, rock music isn’t for rebellious kids anymore, it’s for fiber-infused, old people … and I’m one of them!
I went to see this band because they play my favorite rock song of all time. I wrote about it on this blog post. I identify with the song’s lyrics, and the powerful rock music drives it home for me. Not to mention, I love their other music too.
Here are just a couple of photos of my old-lady’s-night out!
Kansas with a full orchestra behind them.