It’s still summer in NY. 80 degrees and warm with only a slight temperature drop in the evenings. I took a break last night to see a show I bought tickets for a few months ago. I really needed the break even though the thought of being packed in a crowd standing for a few hours in a stuffy room wasn’t particularly appealing. I had one of those moments walking around the city last night where I felt really happy to be living in NY. I don’t know why, but seeing how alive the streets were made me glad to be out in the world.
Have you ever been to a concert by yourself? I started doing this because I wanted to go to shows and wouldn’t always have someone to go with. Last night’s show at Terminal 5 to see my favorite band at the moment, Tame Impala, was a bit different from some of the older bands from the 80s/90s I’ve been going to see. The crowd was a lot younger, and by younger I mean there were kids there more than half my age. General admission shows can be a little awkward since you’re standing there by yourself, not sitting in a seat like in a theater or a big arena. Thank god for the iPhone – it’s like an insta-companion (hey, I’m busy doing important things on my phone! Not standing awkwardly around by myself).
Last night because of where I entered, I somehow found myself close to the stage and pushed towards the pit. I had a lot of thoughts to myself standing there for 3 hours because I had no one else to talk to, including but not limited to:
I’m too old for this.
Someone is going to spill beer on me, I know it.
Don’t touch me.
If everyone would put their goddamn phones down I’d see the stage. Oh hey, look at all those cracked phone screens.
Uhhh…some of these people here were born in the 90s, including the keyboard player on stage.
Seriously dude, you’re trying to push your way through? There is NOWEHRE TO GO (I’m pretty sure I yelled this out loud).
Hey look, I see more old people.
They should reserve those seats up there on the balcony for people over the age of 40. You know, with signs like they have on buses and trains. Courtesy seats for the elderly.
*%^@#&! Strobe lights? Are they trying to kill me? Don’t they know that can be dangerous for someone my age?
Haaa, these kids next to me are complaining about having to cram for their chemistry exam after the concert. Oh wait…I still have a little more work to do for tomorrow’s deadline. Damn.
I bet Mark would have the best view of the stage if he were here since he’d tower over everyone. It’s useful being tall.
If there was a fire or an emergency, I will surely die as there is no way I can push my way out of this crowd.
I had fun. I didn’t mind going by myself despite the crowd or venue and I’ll go to more shows alone. Incidentally, Mark is going to a hip hop show by himself next week. That’s what married people with kids who can’t always afford babysitting do, you know.
Have a great weekend. If you’re in New York we’ll be at the Chile Pepper Festival at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. It’s our favorite Fall event, except that it’s going to be 80 degrees, gah!