Thursday, June 09, 2005
Nothing makes you feel old like new music
On the flip side, of course, there's not much that makes you feel younger than actually being younger. I'm still three years away from catching up to where I was, and the sex-change thing makes me feel like I'm a kid again at times. Seriously, you ask Maureen, and she will not believe I'm over thirty. She jokes with Anna about me being more aggravating than her real kid sister.
So, the "as young as you feel" thing? I feel pretty young most of the time. So when my 19-year-old sort-of-brother calls and says he's got an extra ticket for some WFNX-sponsored thing the other night, I think that sounds pretty cool. I point out that I work way they heck out in Waltham, so we might not be able to make the whole thing, and he's OK with that.
It's at the Harborlights Pavillion (I refuse to call something by a corporate name if it once had a real name), and I swear it has moved since Martin-me moved here, and it's not just a shorter-legs thing - I swear that it was between South Station and the World Trade Center when I saw Huey Lewis & The News, but now it's on the other side of the Center. Of course, this is one of the parts of the city that has been pretty constantly torn up for the past decade. If you have had to deal with the Big Dig at all, the idea of an entire performance venue moving doesn't seem too crazy.
Four bands played, we got to see two. The first was a New York band, Interpol, and I don't think I'd ever heard any of their stuff before. No chatter between songs or anything, either, so I felt sort of lost. A lot of piercing out there, too, and high school girls in stuff tighter than my own weekend attire. What's really funny is when people go nuts at the first couple bars of a song and you've got no idea what it is. None whatsoever.
Second band was pretty good, though. I don't know as I'll ever buy a Killers CD, but they put on a good live show. Telly's not quite a fan, but knows a girl who is. I ask why I'm at this thing and she's not, and he sighs and says that was the plan, but she took someone's shift without remembering that it was today. He grumped a little about how she said he didn't understand how important extra money was for her, since she has to save up during the summer before college starts back up.
Well, you do, I tell him. I say I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but he is unconvinced, as you might expect. Fair enough. I start to tell him about when I was in college, I looked forward to the end of summer so that I'd have a few hours per week free, at least at the start of the term, but I stop; he doesn't believe me, and it's not like he's not going to college by choice. There was just no money and he never was able to motivate himself to get good grades like Michelle was - his and Michelle's mom certainly didn't care. Heck, I was already on the way by the time our parents were his age.
Which is, like, huh. I may only look in my mid-twenties, but I not only remember being in my early twenties, I have enough perspective to recognize I was an idiot then.
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