The Killers
Last night at around 9:30, my good buddy, Lloyd called me. He had extra tickets to The Killers in concert at the Molson Amphitheatre. Great! I thought. That would be fun. If only I knew who the heck they were. Apparently, though, they are the next Radiohead.The NEXT Radiohead? When did Radiohead go out of style? When did I become so unhip? When did I lose touch with the youth and popular culture?
I stood at the concert, enjoying the music immensely (they are really quite good) and watching thousands of kids go nuts. The Killers weren't much to watch - they didn't do much other than perform their songs (where's the show?), but I did love watching the crowd. I remember getting that frenzied when I saw Platinum Blonde on my 14th birthday. I knew all the words to their 12 songs. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
I remember the exact day that I entered 'the adult club'. I was 31 and four days old. I was making a comment about getting old and, instead of being chastised by someone older than me for 'not knowing the half of it', they just commiserated with me. Since then, 'feeling old' comments are delivered to me like I know what my peers mean. We have conversations about, "Kids these days". I haven't been I.D.'d in at least 5 years. Sigh.
I've embraced my departure from youth culture, though. I no longer sound ridiculous when I say, "When I was younger" and I get to have the smug feeling that 'I know better' when kids make 'forever' statements (i.e. I'll never work 'da man. or I'll always love this shirt. or I'll never love again.).
The pressure also seems to have disappeared in many areas. I know myself better. I have stronger, deeper friendships. I have found my career track. I enjoy my family (including my parents). I feel like I've accomplished stuff.
Now, although I don't mind my mind and experience aging, I'm not so crazy about the skin and body aging. That I still have to come to terms with.
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