Last night I went to the Sherwood, Mae & Relient K show at the Electric Factory in Philly. Mostly, well, 99% of the reason that I went, was to support Nick and his buddy's band (Sherwood). I really like their music, and they put on a great show.
However. I usually go to laid back shows - Patty Griffin, The Weepies, Indigo Girls, Alison Krauss, etc. right? I was a bit anxious about going to a pop/emo kid/punk show. I didn't want to be Old Creepy Guy at the concert (you know that guy, right?), and I didn't want to be Old Cranky Dad (with earplugs, a scowl, and arms folded in the corner). Also, while I do think middle and high school kids are great, I'm not one, and I was sure that there were going to be about 1,000 14 year old girls there.
Immediately upon arrival...my age became an issue. Reflect upon this, an interaction that happened between Random Girl, my buddy Punchy Dave, and Old Man Bro, within 15 seconds of entering the venue:
Random Girl: "Hey, how old are you guys?"
Punchy Dave: "Old enough."
Random Girl: "No, really."
Old Man Bro: "How old do you think we are?"
Random Girl: "I don't know. I'm 23, and just glad to see other old people here."
OLD. Sad but true. I guess I am just facing my mortality.
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