in which K and I attend a rock concert

Doesn't that sound quaint?
A rock concert?
Yes, a rock concert!
It was excellent! Mr. Matthews and his band played so well and I was thrilled to see them.
It was an interesting evening, which began with our train ride with every teenager from a ten mile radius...



K suggested I tape the cacophony as I tend to complain if someone is on their phone during my commute. This group was slightly louder than my fellow commuters. And many of them were enjoying Bud Lite! Who knew this was a precursor to a concert?

We arrived en masse. Me and K and 45,000 other people. We were herded along, frisked and searched and made our way to our seats.



K got us some big plastic cups of beer and I settled in for some people watching.
Lots of loose tops with more tops underneath them and showy bras was the look I saw most often. And flowy dresses. I saw many long, breezy dresses.



K showed me how to Shazam the opening act.



And, as the sun set, the crowd filled in and the anticipation grew.



Finally, it was time for Dave.
Yo! Dave! We love you DAVE, the guy behind me insisted on screaming at the top of his lungs. Because, you know, Dave could, HEAR HIM.



Dave's drummer is always so happy, and so were the people all around us, which is not to say that we were not happy...



it's just that we haven't been to a rock concert in an awfully long time and weren't used to the, um, environment.



Oh, and, do you see what that nice little girl is doing?
And what this lady is doing?



And this woman?



Texting! or Tweeting, I don't know!
Hundreds of people around us spent three hours checking their email. Or emailing. Or texting. It was remarkable.
I am remarking.

No matter...Dave played and played and played.



It was pretty swell. They even played a couple of my favorite songs

We plodded off, into the darkness, with the throng, boarded a special post-rock-concert train and hopped on the scooter in the dark heat.
My ears weren't even ringing.