Are We the Old Guys?

Recently I attended the Blink 182 show in Cincinnati, while I was there I noticed a few things. Most notably the fact that its possible that I was the oldest person in attendance. Now I understand that Blink 182 has been around for some time now. And I am very aware that my freinds and I are not the only generation of fans out there. But, what the fuck happened!? There were kids walking into this show holding their mother's hands! These moms had no idea what was happening.

I've gotta give some kudos to these kids for convincing mom that she was chaperoning a trip to a Raffy concert. Now I understand that Blink 182 isn't the scariest music in the world (far from it). But I doubt that mom was expecting to hear a song whose only lyrics are "shit piss fuck cunt cock sucker motherfucker tits fart turd and twat". Let me re-phrase that, I KNOW mom wasn't expecting that song, because I was standing in the back and I saw mommy's face... She was standing near the nice man wearing an entire Ed Hardy outfit.... Seriously, an ENTIRE Ed Hardy outfit even a belt. Who the fuck does that. I think he was someones dad. BUT, I digress...

Next on the agenda... Spraying your hair because you're at a punk(ish) show. Don't do it. Its not halloween. Perhaps the fun in attending this type of show is not the show itself but the shock/embarrassment on your parents faces when they drop you off.

Also, I'd like to tell most of the kids in attendance that your mom is going to be super pissed when she finds out you ripped holes in your jeans on purpose just for the concert. Those are brand new jeans she bought you for school, and now you have to wear them like that for the rest of the year because you're not getting new ones dammit.

To the young ladies in the crowd, please stop playing tag, you're going to school tomorrow and you have recess right after lunch. I don't get recess, I have to go to work tomorrow, this is a Sunday and its the last bit of enjoyment I get to squeeze out of my weekend. So, please park yourself on mommy's blanket she has laid out in the back... you're allowed to jump around and act like an asshole when the show starts.

Anyway, my point is that these days the tweens have inherited the punk scene, as they have and will inherit everything else... Fuck it, at least the beer lines are short...