Friday, July 18, 2008

Growing up with Feist


Last night Christy & I went to see Panama Jack, I mean Feist, play a show up at Deer Valley. I felt like a bit of a yuppie. All around us were 40 to 50 year old Park City folk drinking wine, talking loudly, and wearing revealing designer clothing. I was really confused. Is this the Feist demographic now? Christy assured me that perhaps it was merely the Deer Valley demographic - people who summer up there and attend the shows no matter who is playing in order to socialize and feel young. The opening number, a slow intricately picked guitar solo version of "Intuition", was really fantastic, but these older peeps a few rows in front of us tried starting that annoying side to side hand wave thing, which luckily didn't catch on.

Fortunately for some, and unfortunately for others, several numbers in the kids decided to rush the stage to dance and move. Before the song was over the front was crowded with the moving/dancing sort, and all the poor rich folks who paid top dollar for reserved seating on the front 10 rows couldn't see Feist at all. Nothing was done to send people back to their seats. Christy and I had enough good sense in the moment to go up and be part of that front row crowd rather than get stuck not seeing anything, but we did feel a little bit bad for the people behind us.

Truthfuly we enjoyed every minute of the show, but I came away feeling that maybe I'm getting too old for this. I'm about three weeks away from the big three oh. This is the first time in maybe four years that we've paid to see a bona fide concert on any large scale (with the exception of a somewhat small Sufjan Stevens show in 2005), and those last two that we saw were Wilco and Grandaddy, which were both were a bit of a disaster for us. I don't think I'll stop enjoying live music anymore, but I also don't want to be one of those youthful but aloof and strange feeling older dudes who are more socialite than listener. Maybe, as I head into the thirties, I can find a balance.

Man, I'm so judgmental.

9 comments:

Dion said...

What kind of wine? 30? You're old! Have you tried classical 89? I love it...

Jessica Marie said...

You're thoughts were interesting - Chad and I (with Jozie) took part in the gallery stroll last night and ended up on 3rd East and Broadway - talk about feeling old and out of place. Anyway, I think it's cool that you guys are going to concerts. Now that I'm approaching 30 I don't think 30 is old...maybe 40 will be old...

laceyJ. said...

I was at the show too, and I also rushed the stage, AND I also felt so old. BUT, I love the feeling I get when I'm there- I feel like a teenager again, and so many fun memories come rushing back. So, it's fun... and, wasn't Feist amazing?

Nick said...

I can't wait to rush the stage at the JT concert in August.. I'll throw elbows if I need to.

CraftyTeresa said...

As I hit 38 today, I can assure you all that 30 is young. 30s are good. Enjoy your 30s!
Happy Birthday!

Kirk Glancy said...

Happy belated birthday yesterday ole Friend. I hope you had a wonderful day. Sorry i missed the phone call!

-Kirk

Les said...

Thanks for the kind birthday wishes everyone.

mfranti said...

oh les...

didn't we already have this conversation?

the older i get the less tolerance i have for the 20 somethings.

i suppose i will think that of 20 and 30 somethings when i'm in my 40's (blech, what a horrible thought)

oh, that reminds me of a good phrase: your 30'sare fueled by the octane of truth (i'm paraphrasing of course and i can't even give the man credit cos i can't remember his name)

enjoy 30 man. you'll be 35 in what feels like a few months.

sigh

mfranti said...

dang! i forgot to check the box to get updates...