Maybe I am Getting Old

As some of you know I went and visited one of my least favorite places tonight, New Jersey. More specifically I went to the Tweeter Center to see Journey & Def Leppard in concert. I saw Journey a few years ago and they drew an older crowd so imagine my surprise when I wasn’t one of the youngest people in the center. Not only wasn’t I one of the youngest in the center I was probably one of the more mature people in the center, which is just odd.

I don’t know maybe I am getting old but I don’t ever remember acting as mentally challenged as some of these people tonight. When I go to a concert I go to see the artist play their music, maybe sing along with them, all the while having a good time. A good time to me doesn’t consist of throwing beer around (especially after spending $5 on said beer). A good time to me doesn’t consist of me bouncing into other spectators as I am wrestling with my buddies. A good time to me doesn’t consist of me yelling out “Rock and Roll in Your Pussy Hole” all night long. OK I get it. It was mildly amusing the first time you said it but not the 50th time in a row.

So maybe I am getting old but next time instead of being a cheap ass and trying to save a couple bucks I will spring for the seats. At least there I bought the personal space I occupy and don’t have to share it with a bunch of blundering idiots. By the way, I think it should be a requirement to go to any concert that you know more than 5 songs from the bands that is performing. You sound like a complete ass clown if you say after hearing the five songs you know that they don’t have anything else that is good. Just because you don’t know anything else doesn’t mean they don’t have anything else. Journey has been around for over 30 years; Def Leppard almost as long; both bands have plenty of hits get to know them maybe you’ll stumble across something you like.

As for the concert, Journey unfortunately went on first and as always was spectacular. Def Leppard came on at almost 10PM but by then the rain had become steadier and the lightning more pronounced so the ladies opted to go home so I can’t really comment on them. Next time I’ll be getting seats.

5 Comments so far

  1. Tom Kim (unregistered) on June 24th, 2006 @ 7:36 am

    The perils of going to see 80’s bands…

    Hair metal groups always brought out the motherfucking snakes on the motherfucking plane


  2. Tom Kim (unregistered) on June 24th, 2006 @ 7:38 am

    Oh wait, you didn’t get to see DL?!! Oh man, that sucks.


  3. AG (unregistered) on June 24th, 2006 @ 10:48 am

    hoo boy–my friend is getting lawn tix for an OAR concert @ Tweeter next month–the band hasn’t been around long (read: even more young revelers in attendance) so i’m preparing to get showered by beer and trampled by moshers


  4. Lori (unregistered) on June 24th, 2006 @ 12:12 pm

    I was at that show last night, too. Sorry about your bad lawn experience. My three girlfriends and I were sitting in the last row of the reserved seating and it was awesome! And I couldn’t believe how good Joe Elliot and Phil Collen looked! Yowza!


  5. linndc (unregistered) on June 25th, 2006 @ 5:22 pm

    It’s not the bands and it’s not about getting old… it’s the crowd the Tweeter draws although I have yet to figure out why.

    I’ve been to see a couple different concerts at the Tweeter and after the third one of being fleeced out of way too much money for an experience that wasn’t worth the effort, I vowed to never go again. I don’t care who’s playing there.

    Entirely different styles of music and the same exact story. Assholes abound, and I apparently missed the memo that stated there was no reason to actually watch the show. Judging by the actions of so many others, I was supposed to wander around aimlessly, never look at the stage, and spend the evening in loud conversations with others (alternating with yelling stupid commentary at the show no one was watching). Silly me.



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