Yesterday I went to a concert at a local venue close to where I live. My good friend suggested I should see this band called Wintersleep that he really likes, so I thought I’d stop by and check it out. I prepped hardcore by listening to their latest album on repeat about 10 times, making sure I could sing along, or at least recognize some of the songs.
Finally, after work, I was somewhat pumped. I got to the place way ahead of time, not really knowing when Wintersleep was going to play and as it turned out they were the opening act, before two other bands. Excellent! There would be no need to stick around if the other bands happened to suck.
Outside, a small crowd had already gathered, consisting mostly of lightly clad teenage girls and super hip guys with seriously wind-blown hair-dos. I walked inside, and saw some of these girls giggling while taking pictures with some neo-bohemian looking guy with greasy hair, which later turned out to be the lead singer of the headlining band.
Funny. Some things just never change. I remember being that age, going to shows, looking forward to seeing my favorite band. They used to be these untouchable figures of great wisdom, age and skill. Ok, maybe that’s quite a stretch, but they were usually older anyway.
Now, I’m looking at this band, consisting of barely-drinking-age youngsters, singing lyrics that are way above their life experience level. Doesn’t feel that authentic anymore. You can’t sing that!! You’re 10, for crying out loud!!!
I also showed up wearing a sweater, taking my Cool Points™ down to about negative 1000. I didn’t even buy a t-shirt either (another 100 point deduction).
Aside from all this, the show was pretty good. Below is a clip of my highly amateurish footage from last nights event.