One of my great regrets about growing old is my reluctance to attend rock concerts and music festivals. At the moment, ClareBear is frolicking at Homebush Bay to Daft Punk and a number of other danceable bands/DJ's and I would have loved to have been involved. She knows people who are going but went solo and I'd have loved to have been part of it. The last live rock/band event I attended, other than DrummerBoy's pub gigs was the Chemical Brothers probably three or four years ago. The time before that, even a Security Guard remarked about my being a little older than the usual patrons at a Smashing Pumpkins concert and I must admit, I was decidedly mumsy wearing a blue shirt to a Nick Cave concert instead of the mandatory black or red crushed velvet!
Ark and Brethred have gone to the extraordinary length of flying to New Zealand to see KISS and Ozzie Ozborne but to me they're the 80's glam rock Gold FM bands. My friends or people of my age are steeped in the tradition of Sting, Carlos Santana, Van Morrison, Joe Cocker et al and pay hundreds of dollars to sit in the back seat of a stadium and listen to great music but . . .these artists are of an age gone by. I'd no longer buy a VanMorrison ticket or front up for a 60 year old Robert Plant than fly. I resisted U2 last year for the same reason. They've lost that Under a Blood Red Sky verve, vim and vigour but I love emerging bands. I guess having a musician in the family and a dyed in the wool Festival goer has put paid to that. I want to go and see The Kill, Daft Punk, Josh Pyke, The Killers . . .Ok, so I'm not going to camp out at Splendour in the Grass and not change my clothes for three days. I'm not going to Falls Festival and chill on the Great Ocean Road, I'm not even going to the Big Day out for fear I get mistaken for a babysitter for some fluoro donned tween . . .I want to . . .but . . .I'll settle for the DVD's and thank God for You Tube (Adam! Hand me that glo stick and pass me an Eccie!)