Saturday night I went to a great concert. Lots of loud music with deep lyrics. Loved it.
What cracked me up, though, was my reactions to the stuff the musicians did on stage. One guy liked to climb on things-drum kits, speakers, sound thingys. The first time he did it, I was like, that can't be good for that drum! I'll bet the drummer is not happy. Why doesn't he hit him with one of those sticks?
Did I mention that I was there after a full day and three hours of sleep the night before?
But I really did feel like an old fogie. Every time the guy swung his guitar I just cringed because I was afraid he was going to smash it against something. Every time the guy swung his guitar and didn't smash it, the people in front of me were loudly disappointed that it was still in one piece.
I'm glad they still let old farts like me in to hear good music. : )