I'm really
tired and a little sore, but my hearing and voice have held up surprisingly
well. Yes, I went to a concert last night. It was a good concert, and I will
write many things about it, but today I am focusing on concert-going in general
for this time of life.
I have been
42 for about 2 1/2 weeks now. It's not really that different from 41. It is
quite a bit different from 14, and even 29.
I am tired.
I went to bed around 1 and got up around 6:30. My feet and hips are sore, but
less so than when I crawled into bed. My shoulders are better than usual; I
think they got loosened up a little when I was waving my hands in the air like
I just didn't care. (But I was waving them because I did care, so I'm not sure
that expression makes sense.)
I wrote
about getting knocked around at AFI. While I don't have any memory of the how
the bruise that appeared on my left shin the next day got there, I do know how
the right shin bruise got there a few weeks later. At Third Eye Blind there
were some people in front of me who left early. I planned to move into their
space, but those dividers for the bar are on raised boards, which I hadn't
realized until I hit my foot on one and went down.
There were
no injuries last night, but having now been at Branx, I think my decision to
not go to the Torche show was correct. Even with a show that ended at 10 (and
they were pretty much on schedule), getting home involved finding a not obvious
route to the Burnside Bridge, walking past sleeping vagrants and people who
were shouting at each other but maybe not fighting, and about a 20 minute wait
for a bus. And I know homeless people are more likely to be victims than
perpetrators, but seeing people going through trash and sleeping outdoors on a
relatively cold night does not necessarily make you feel great about humanity.
(Obviously
I could have grabbed a taxi, and I have done that before, but I hate how
expensive that gets. So I spent an hour longer in transit, probably, with a lot
more walking, but I finished my book.)
So there is
kind of this question for me of "Am I getting too old for this?" I
keep thinking that the right protocol would be to take one Advil before I
leave, one when I get back, and to always remember to have ear plugs, but I never
remember to do this.
This would
be a reasonable time to retire. I have seen so many of the bands that I've
wanted to by now. For the various lists I have had of bands I needed to see,
and that I cruelly missed out on, I've seen them all except Maroon 5 now, and I
have become really ambiguous about them.
So, having
had so many good experiences, and with concerns about money, time and general
stamina, letting that go would be completely reasonable.
I'm afraid
it will also be impossible. More on that tomorrow.
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