Saw Bob Mould tonight at Shank Hall - without getting too sloppy, I'd like to briefly mention two things:
1) It is so good to take just a few hours out of my time to completely drown myself in music I've been listening to for so many years, to hear the new songs and the old songs meshed together so seamlessly and walk out of a show with my ears ringing and my head clear, ecstatic.
2) Have you ever been to a show and taken a look around and thought to yourself, "Oh, these people are all, like, my parents' age, and then realized that, no, your parents are getting older now and not only that, but - holy shit - I am closer to that age group now. I looked over the crowd tonight, and let me tell you, there were a number of balding heads. And you know what? I loved it. All I could think was that, if I had brought Maddie with me, she might have enjoyed the music, but would have spent a great deal of time looking around and thinking, "What's up with all these OLD people thinking they're COOL?" And I would have been included in that group.
Bob Mould, you rock my world. Tracey, you should have been there.
If affection holds you back
then what is left to hold
if I could find the answer to that question
then I'd know
the thoughts that clutter up your mind
and leave me feeling drained
and walking, pacing up the walls
across the floor again
forming a conclusion
and you're left standing