Thanks to all of you who said I could go to a concert at 44. I thought of you when I got into line and Gary asked the woman ahead, "You're in line for Guster, right?" She turned around and said, "Yes, but there's an over twenty-one line on the other side of the building and it's much shorter." Liar, I thought, but we found the Guster Geezer Line and it was indeed much shorter. And staffed by people on the lookout for "Unders." And, well, populated by gorgeous twenty-one-and-a-day year olds.
Highlights of the concert:
1) The third song in was a cover of "Brazil," a fine song from BEFORE MY DAY. It is also featured as the title song in one of my five favorite movies. And of course, it is the name of my favorite pubic hairstyle which I recommend to everyone.
2) As they sang "Fa Fa" the drummer was beating the hell out of the congas, and I was mentally rearranging my guest room to accommodate the additional congas and cymbals Gary is going to want now. I am resigned. Well, actually, I am excited, because he could really go to town if he had more than two congas and two bongos.
It's remarkable how much better they sound live: not at all whiny. However, I've been spoiled. They only have one front man. Is the rest of the band unable to speak? Or dance? Or make references to pop culture and Eastern philosophy?
Even though we got there early (Geezer Line, I recommend it) we perched at the top of the balcony. (This on the advice of one of Gary's female co-workers, who said "I used to stand in the pit on the floor, but I can't do that anymore since I'm over thirty." Yeah, that gave me a good belly laugh.) We were struck by the amount of crowd socializing that floated up to us during the actual concert. Gary was trying to put it into words and was torn between "Alien Locusts" and "House of Commons Questions Time," if either were attending a rock concert.
On a related note, at one point I noticed Gary was perched on his seat and the perky twenty something next to him was chatting him up, and by chatting I mean cupping her hand and screaming intimately into his ear. When the house lights came on I promptly body slammed him against the wall and demanded to know what Perky had said to him.
He sighed, "Oh, it's the same thing all the young girls say to me at concerts. Their eyes get big and they say, 'You must have been to lots of concerts. How does this band compare to other bands, like, say, the Beatles?'"