Will I wake to find you waiting by my bedside?
and TS Eliot said,
"I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled."
I ventured out to my favorite music venue and yours, the MagicStick, but a night ago. I had the pleasure of attending an all-ages show which meant lots of high-energy youth with long hair, illegal substances, and black x’s on their hands. There we stood, 20 feet from the stage, three in a row: Kidwell, myself, Toni. All of the sudden a wild-haired, marijuana scented lass bulldozes her way through the crowd and stands directly in front of us. Now it is known across the land that this is one of Janna’s biggest pet-peeves. (See entry on April 14, 2004) At any rate, this vivacious young’n decided to introduce herself by turning around and saying “Listen, I’m not trying to start a fight with you or anything.(Maybe this was a masked apology for shoving us out of our spots?) Do you have anymore of that gum you’re chomping on?” To which I said “No.” to which she responded with some sort of sass that contained an expletive. (Luckily my pure ears were deprived of hearing her exact words due to the loudness of the crowd.) Well, our dear new friend proceeded to carry on wildly throughout the entire third band. Every time she spoke to her stout, slightly calmer comrade she would thrust her body violently side to side and then forward and backward. In between these bouts she expressed herself in extra-flamboyant hoots and hollers over the attractiveness of the lead singer. Obnoxious. My point is I spent the first half of the night sitting off to the side at a table with my handcrafted napkin earplugs in place. I was perfectly content with this arrangement. I spent the second half of the night amidst the crowd, annoyed, fighting to maintain my spot and repeatedly thinking to myself “I wish someone would turn it down.” I can’t hack it anymore. Twenty-two is the new old. And between you and me, Aaron Marsh looked a little gamey last night.