I'm a little wiped out today. I ended up going out to a concert last night. I got in a little past my normal bedtime and I am feeling the effects today.
I will call the band that I saw last night: 5 Pretty Non-Threatening Guys (or 5PNTG for short.) 5PNTG is a nationally known band, very often played on the sorts of radio stations that generally play artists like Sting, Norah Jones, and the Dave Matthews Band. That alone should tell you why I call the band 5PNTG. They play a pretty mainstream variety of pop/rock, write their own songs, and play their own instruments. In this world of sampled, pre-packaged pop, rap, and R&B, it is nice to see a bunch of guys go out there and do it the old-fashioned way.
Going to the show brought back a lot of memories for me. The band played in a very storied concert hall... with walls lined with pictures and promotional posters of the many famous acts that played there during the last 40+ years. Being there reminded me of a good many shows I'd seen at this venue and other similar venues during the last 15 or so years. It was good to be out in a venerable room with friends, beer in hand, taking in the sounds of music made live.
The audience was large made up of people like me and my friends -- mostly white, generally over 30 years of age, reasonably affluent, and not averse to smoking a little pot at a concert (either now or in the past). My two friends seemed rather skeptical that much pot smoking would occur. I just told them to wait and see what happened as soon as the house lights went down and the music started. We didn't catch a contact high, but we certainly got a whiff of more than one variety of cannabis.
I just don't feel the thrill at rock concerts I used to feel 10 years ago though. I think part of it was the band; 5PNTG has several hits to its credit and spent the evening basically reproducing them with little in the way of flourish or improvisation (or so it seemed to me). I always thought that seeing a band live was about hearing music as it evolved... not just collectively re-playing the CD while the band was in the room. I wonder if part of it isn't me. Is it that I probably inbibe or inhale fewer substances at concerts than I did 10 years ago? Or is this just some sign of my increasing maturity? Do the raging conflagrations of youth slowly mellow into a slow, steady flame? I don't know.
I have to say that I was able to handle standing up on the concert flour for 2+ hours without any problem. That actually ties in with a fitness update I want to write here in my diary. I believe I shall leave that for an entry tomorrow.
on 2006-03-20 at 4:02 p.m.
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