Going to Concerts in Your Thirties

You know you’re old when you notice girls in the crowd wearing the exact same outfits you would’ve worn twenty years ago.

That’s not to say it was all young twenty-somethings in the crowd last night at the Magic Giant show. There were other concertgoers in their thirties and forties…except most of them lined the perimeter of the coffee shop/concert venue, perched on bar stools or huddled around cafe tables. Not us though. Not this time.

I don’t get out much these days, so I wanted to live it up and try for front row. Unfortunately, that meant we’d have to stand for an hour after doors opened and then through two opening acts, something I don’t usually have the patience for.

We scored our spots easily–second row on the side–and settled in. When the first band, Castlecomer, started, I felt like I was exactly where I wanted to be. I was home. I hope I never stop loving live music like that. I’ll write more about opening bands in general in another post, but the first band only played six songs, and I enjoyed pretty much every one of them.

After that energetic start, I was optimistic for the second band, Weathers. Aaaand, that’s when I started feeling old. The two younger girls in front of us were getting excited, and they took a picture of the setlist when the roadies taped it to the stage. Nostalgic for my super fan days, I said, “Good job, girls!” and they sheepishly giggled at the silly old lady behind them. (Yes, I know 36 isn’t old, but I’m pretty sure I could’ve been their mom. Their very young mom.)

As a young group of guys ran onto the stage and launched into their first song with an aggressive, irreverent punk sound, all I could think about was what amazing bone structure the lead singer had. Congrats on those cheekbones, young man, but I’ll pass on the music this time. My BFF joked that these are totally the type of guys she would’ve had a crush on ten years ago.

Then, they introduced their second song, which was about casual, lazy Mondays where they don’t want to do anything. Lazy Mondays? What are those? I don’t know about those guys, but I have things I need to get done. I don’t have time for lazy Mondays, even if I didn’t have a nine-to-five. That laundry’s not going to fold itself! Man, I miss my twenties sometimes.

The good news is, the cute, enthusiastic girl fans in front of us were there to see Weathers, and they evacuated the front row for us after the set, leaving us to take over the spot for Magic Giant. Score!! Front Row Bek was back. And the show made it totally worth it.

Fatigue hit me impressively later than usual. Usually I feel it in my feet, legs, and back after standing for hours. This time, I didn’t want to curl up in a corner somewhere until we were standing in the meet and greet line. It was a short, albeit slow-moving line, which was actually a good sign. That meant the band was spending time with each fan. Except at that point, I was longing for my bed. But we were this close, and the band was blocking the exit door. Might as well wait it out!

Again, totally worth it. The guys were nice and personable as usual, and we got a goofy picture out of it in the end.

Going to shows in your thirties…I endorse it! If I had any advice, it would be to wear comfortable, flat shoes. Maybe even with shoe inserts. (I can’t take credit for that one–that was my bestie’s idea.)

Nine times out of ten (not exact scientific numbers), I leave the show feeling that it was worth the inevitable sluggishness the next day brings, but I sure wouldn’t want to do it every night anymore. Now bring on the coffee please!

Still can’t believe scrunchies are back though.