OzzFest
Originally Posted @ 8/1/2005 10:37 AM
It sneaks up on you so fast you don’t even notice it. At first it’s an almost imperceptible tickle in the back of your brain. Once the music begins, you push it out completely. Then one day you go to see a show and it smacks you in the face like a dead fish. I’ve finally reached the age that I used to consider old and these people are looking at me feeling sorry for the teenager or teenagers I surely must be here to chaperone. The odd thing is that anyone could feel old when the headlining band is older than their parents.
With the feeling of being older comes the resentment of youth. We were so much hipper. These kids haven’t created any new statements for themselves. We had black shirts, piercing, tattoos, mohawks, and overweight, sweaty, alpha males when I was in high school. Come on, think of something new to shock us older folks; voluntary amputations, 3rd degree burns as body art, fill your ears with peanut butter. Do something shocking! Oh well, maybe the next generation, just not my daughter.
Oh, and there was also a show going on. We had a blast. I can’t thank my sister-in-law and her boyfriend enough for taking us along for the VIP treatment. Do adults have boyfriends and girlfriends or are those words reserved for the young(er)? “Significant other” seems too formal and much harder to type. I’ll have to consult the thesaurus later. Seeing Black Sabbath was very cool. The only problem is that they’re a little before my time, but hopefully the older folks enjoyed them.
It sneaks up on you so fast you don’t even notice it. At first it’s an almost imperceptible tickle in the back of your brain. Once the music begins, you push it out completely. Then one day you go to see a show and it smacks you in the face like a dead fish. I’ve finally reached the age that I used to consider old and these people are looking at me feeling sorry for the teenager or teenagers I surely must be here to chaperone. The odd thing is that anyone could feel old when the headlining band is older than their parents.
With the feeling of being older comes the resentment of youth. We were so much hipper. These kids haven’t created any new statements for themselves. We had black shirts, piercing, tattoos, mohawks, and overweight, sweaty, alpha males when I was in high school. Come on, think of something new to shock us older folks; voluntary amputations, 3rd degree burns as body art, fill your ears with peanut butter. Do something shocking! Oh well, maybe the next generation, just not my daughter.
Oh, and there was also a show going on. We had a blast. I can’t thank my sister-in-law and her boyfriend enough for taking us along for the VIP treatment. Do adults have boyfriends and girlfriends or are those words reserved for the young(er)? “Significant other” seems too formal and much harder to type. I’ll have to consult the thesaurus later. Seeing Black Sabbath was very cool. The only problem is that they’re a little before my time, but hopefully the older folks enjoyed them.
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