What, Me Worthy?

Nothing brings the fact that you've reached a certain age or left younger age behind like standing in line for a concert for a relatively obscure 80's musical icon (Thomas Dolby) and finding that everyone in that line is as old or older than you are. Gray streaks in the balding heads and beards. People with teenage kids trying to turn them on to what they were into then in their college or high school days. And as a younger set of "kids" drives by and looks at this line of old farts and wonders who Thomas Dolby is on the marquis, you begin to fall into the realization that you really are a world away from youth. I feel like I've been straddling that line for some time. Still interested in the things I was interested in 20 years ago doesn't make me younger at heart. It makes me part of a club that doesn't want to fully acknowledge its membership. We're older and more responsible and want our youth back or want to be recognized as still having a youthful perspective on things. It's just that the responsibilities that come with being older now have the floor and demand attention away from youthful pursuits. Oh boy, what a load of crap...

I should say that Mr. Dolby put on an excellent show. It's amazing what one performer can do these days with the right technical gear. He was surrounded by computers and synthesizers, rhythm machines and vintage electronic gizmos. As he twittered with knobs and keyboards the audience got to see things from his perspective on a screen behind him via a camera attached to his head. Very entertaining. And for all us folks who had been up so early to go to work that day it was nice to see it come to an end by a little after 10pm.