It's not cell phones. It's not clothing. It's rock concerts. Is there anything that measures aging more than those?
Once (and my "once" means the '70s and early '80s), there wasn't a concert I wouldn't go to.
Finding a ride? Bad seats? The crowd? The smell? The beach ball? All that was part of the fun. I can't recall a show where I didn't come out saying, "That was great!"
But at some point, something changes. Don't know why. It just does. The same way you can no longer eat a chili dog at
It's like that.
Something turns. And things that never used to bother you bother you to no end.
It starts with the traffic. Never used to notice. Maybe because your car was stuffed with college pals or your latest heartthrob, and you blasted the artist's music to get in the mood.
Now, you sit in the non-moving exit lane, muttering the words "This is ridiculous." Your radio is tuned to the traffic report. You tap your leg and check your watch.
Once you've reached the parking lot, and paid some exorbitant $30 fee -- and again muttered, "This is ridiculous" -- you join the mob trying to get through security. Again, I never recall this bothering us when we were younger. These days, we bounce on our toes to see which turnstile has the best flow.
Once inside, you find yourself sniffing. I don't care who's performing. It could be the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Someone is smoking dope. And what used to be a youthful, "Yeah! That makes it a concert!" is now a scrunched face and an eye roll and one of those "I hope they're not driving" comments.
And then the show starts.
Again, when we were younger, the first blasted notes were all that mattered. You high-fived your concert-mates as if the opening number was handpicked for you. But these days, the song is less important than the six rows in front of you who just leaped to their feet, and now all you can see is their heads.
And when you stand, you still can't see the stage, because everyone is holding up a cell phone or iPad and filming the show. Or themselves.
(This, by the way, cannot be written off to aging crankiness. It's just stupid. Why come to a concert to film it? Are you making a documentary? Listen to the dang music!)
Did I mention the giant screens?
These have taken over concerts. Try as you might, your eye goes to the massive displays more than the actual artists, and pretty soon, you might as well be watching a music video at home.
And then a beach ball hits you.
And someone spills a beer.
And the seat is so small.
And the bass is
And you start looking at your watch, strategizing when to leave in order to beat the traffic.
And it's a school night.
Last week, I decided to go see
The traffic was, sorry, ridiculous. The ticket price ($87) was ridiculous. The "service charge" from the internet site was, I'm not kidding, $27 per ticket, and they don't tell you that until checkout, and everything I've already mentioned, from the dope to the beach ball, was in full effect. iPhones. Beer. Blocked view.
And yet, there was a point, deep in the show, when
And he sang "Reason to Believe."
And it was all worth it, because you are reminded of, sorry, kids, how much better music was back then than it is today.
"If I listened, long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe
That it's all true,
Knowing that you lied, straight faced
While I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe."
Come on. Find me pop lyrics today that match that. So even though going to a concert feels like root canal as you get older, music can still, as "American Pie" declared, save your mortal soul.
Just don't buy tickets on the internet.
And no chili dogs after midnight.