When you have kids, live music is one of the first things to go. Because even if you do get a sitter, the kids are going to be up at the butt crack of dawn anyway, and you're going to feel like hell for at least a day, and there are very few bands worth that.
But last night, there was a perfect musical storm. The Mooney Suzuki, a band who made one of my favorite albums of the 00's (Alive and Amplified) and whose new album is getting rave reviews, were playing a club show in Boston. And all our kids are out of town! So let's rock!
Well, rocking did not occur, and it's forced me to confront an ugly truth-- it's not that I can't do stuff like this anymore because of the kids. It's that I don't actually want to.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I wanted to see this band, but they were playing in Allston, a student/musician ghetto where it is literally impossible to park. And where it's an hour on public transportation from my house. (Do I sound old yet? It's gonna get worse)
And then it was one of these doors at 8, music at 9:30 deals with three opening bands. And odds are that most of the opening bands would suck, because they usually do. (If your band opened for the Mooney Suzuki at Harper's Ferry last night, I'm sure you were great. But I bet the other two sucked.). So the band I wanted to see wasn't going to be on until at least midnight. And even with the kids out of town, I just have no desire to be doing anything in Allston after midnight.
So we went out for frozen yogurt at nine o'clock! Yeah! Cause that's how we roll! Parrrrrrtay!
Oh, I'm old.
