Old? I’ll show you old…

Posted By KJ ~ 20th March 2009

What is old?  And no, you cannot point to a picture of me.  Doesn’t count. I ask this because of  a conversation I had the other day.

Seems that some people define age by the music one listens to.  I happened to mention that I thoroughly enjoyed the St. Patrick’s Day concert at Power and Light in Kansas City with Dead Confederate and Silversun Pickups and during that conversation someone suggested that perhaps I was a bit old for music like that.

After I changed my Depends and grabbed my hearing horn, I thought about this.  A bit old for music like that?  Seriously?  How can one be too old to listen to music?  Of any sort?  While Dead Confederate most assuredly rocked the house, I must say that they weren’t that rockin. There wasn’t a mosh pit where I was watching the show from.  I mean, I guess my friend Chuck and I could’ve started bouncing around at each other but really, what fun is that?

My point, long and rambling, is that I don’t really care how old I am and you cannot and will not define my by a certain music.  By gawd.

Certain friends of mine, that are my age or just a bit older, are big blues fans.  I guess I don’t mind blues, but only for a little while.  However much I like or dislike the blues, it seems that many suburban people around my age think that going to a blues club for an hour or two or listening to the local blues radio show on Friday and Saturday night is cool/hep/…whatever.  And sure, for them it may be, but it’s just not for me.   Makes me feel old and bores the hell out of me.

So I guess I’ll keep rockin.  I know that I’ll be going to the concerts with my kids for years.  In fact the other day at the Silversun Pickups, my kids couldn’t go as it was 21, but my wife and I were talking about that.  We’ll be the old farts trying to get to the front of the stage or slinging elbows in the pit and our kids can laugh at and with us.

Old?  I got your old hanging right here pal and as much as certain friends of mine don’t really want to admit it (I’m looking at you Buzz…) we can still rock.