Saturday, November 12, 2005

don't want to be an american idiot

it is a sad day when you have to admit you are getting old. i have had several of these over the last few years, and i was lucky enough to have a repeat experience today. my joy is boundless.

i should begin this story by telling you that i love green day. it is not usual for me to be so excited about something so popular, but i can't help myself. i think they are brilliant. i think they could be an amalgam of alot of the music of my high school years. i listened to alot of speed metal (anthrax and pre sell-out metallica) and oingo boingo. in some strange way i see green day as a fusion. don't you see some danny elfman in there? either way, i love green day's music. if you don't, i suggest you pull your head out. give them another try because you're missing it.

i have thought it would be real cool to go to a green day concert and tonight i turned on the tv and found one on. cool. it's like a preview of coming attractions. let me say that it was much like i expected. loud, raucous, and violent. perfect. i remember going to a metallica concert with hunter westbrook in 1985 or 6. it was at some club on 3rd street that a friend of ours got us into. i think it was called 'the world.' in those days their fan base was a dangerous-looking group of leathered and metal-spiked felons, bikers and heroin freaks. oh, and two geeky white kids from wimberley. thinking back, it was a much too dangerous place for two kids like us to go. if jackson ever goes to an event resembling this one i don't even want to know about it until he is back home- safely in bed. anyway, watching this concert on tv tonight was the best way for me to have seen it. these kids were doing things with and to their bodies that i am no longer interested in attempting. what screams "old man" louder than throwing out your back in the middle of a mosh pit? ladies and gentlemen, elvis has left the building.

i'm really not that old. on a good day, i still am able to exhibit moderate skills. these good days are just getting fewer and farther in between. perhaps the secret to growing old gracefully is found in cultivating and displaying new skills previously unknown.