Old people concerts

In a number of respects, I was born in the wrong decade.  Or, I just hang out with my parents way way to much.  Either way, I’ve seen three old bands in 4 days. 

Tuesday night was on purpose.  Dad bought tickets to see The Police and Elvis Costello.  They appeared in the opposite order, but they were awesome.  And, we sat eight, yes eight, rows from Sting.  He’s old now though, so he wasn’t that great to look at.  Stewart Copeland, the drummer, was hilarious and awesome to watch, however.

Last night, however, was an accident.  I called Matt in the early evening to see if he needed help moving - and he was right in the middle of signing a lease.  Well, that answered that question.  So we talked about me coming to Lenexa after he gets off work on Saturday morning, but I’d been sitting at home in my PJs all day searching for jobs, so I asked if I could join him at his remote at McDouches *ahem* to get out of the house.   

So, I go down, we get to the Power and Light district and there’s a HUGE crowd waiting to get in.  We poke around, setting up the van and other remote related stuff and someone says, “I’m so excited for Three Dog NIght!”  WHAT?!?!?!

I love Three Dog Night.  They are the first band of whom I can remember stealing my dad’s CDs.  Mostly for “Joy to the World,” but regardless, I got super excited.  So, I helped Matt (well, I stood there and watched him) put stuff together and waited around for everyone to get there and then I went outside.

The nice thing about older people at concerts is that short people like me can squeeze around them and as long as they’re not drunk, I can maneuver myself to the front of the audience.  Which I did.  So, I stood about two standing rows from my childhood favorites, completely by accident.

And when they played “Joy to the World” I sang my little heart out.