Last night, we went to Pappy & Harriets in Joshua Tree to see The Coverups, which is basically Billy Joe and some of his Green Day crew, playing covers. It was so epic, and they did songs by The Replacements, The Ramones, Buzzcocks, Pretenders, Generation X, Bowie and more. But my back is paying for it this morning. Toward the end of the show, I was grimacing sitting on a bench trying to stretch.
It was a long drive there, and the ride home was even harder. It's a curvy, narrow road to get to Pioneertown, and I was the designated driver which is rare, but I didn't mind. It allowed me to enjoy the show sober.
But my night vision is middling at best and on the ride down the mountain, my husband commented that I was way below the speed limit, going only 25 or 30 miles per hour. I shushed him and turned the radio volume up higher and listened to Marky Ramone's playlist on Sirius radio to manage my anxiety.
It got me thinking. Is there an age when concerts are too much? Here's another way of saying it. Will I ever be too old to rock out to live music? I'm not sure. I'm not saying I would amble into a live show at eighty. Or am I?
Concerts are such a huge part of who I am and seeing a punk or post punk show, for me at least, is the ultimate release and explosion of joy.
That being said, last night, after pogo dancing to Billy Joe's rendition of Rockaway Beach by the Ramones, I might have said, panting after losing my breath, although I will vehemently deny it if ever asked, "I'm too old for this shit."
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