Tonight Teddy and I went to the Crest Theater (a beautiful 1940’s theater) and saw 85 year old John Mayall bringing the house down with the blues.
I looked around at the audience and noticed all of the gray hair. At least 80% of the audience.
I over heard a man telling his companion that he saw John Mayall in 1972 opening for Eric Clapton.
I thought about all of the old people in the theater who used to be the young people who changed the world with their music, and tie dye, and radical ideas.
Now they’re ending or retired from professional careers but the music never dies.
These old ladies were the young women who sat on their boyfriend’s shoulders and lifted up their shirts and exposed their naked breasts to bands they liked.
They are now still listening to loud music, and signing along, and dancing, and feeling good vibes, and all is good, at least for a few hours at the Crest.
I’m not saying to tell your daughters to lift their shirts, or tell your kids to smoke wheel barrows full of pot and drop acid. I’m just saying that old folks were not always old, or wise. They were once wild and free. Wild abandon. Appreciate that when you see someone with gray hair.
Tell your kids that they’re cool, but they’ll have to try harder to be THAT cool. The cool that started it all. Also tell them to thank an old person for their music. Tell them to do it now, then share that music. Share it. We should all be so lucky to have someone to turn up the volume with no matter how old they are.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
It’s gonna be weird in 50 years when 80-something year old shirtless dudes are crowd surfing at Limp Bizkit’s farewell tour…
That will be AWESOME!