This posting today is about me.
First, I noticed this morning in the garage that someone must have scraped the side of my car, at some point, a little dent and paint scraped off. I hate that. Hit and run in the parking garage or a parking lot I bet. Its not bad, but it is frustrating….anyway…we’ve all been there…all you can do is get in your car drive to work….
Which brings me to today’s posting.
I’m going to take you back to 1985. In that year, a few friends and me went to the Cotton Bowl to see Bruce Springsteen in concert. It was on my 50 things to do list I had at that time in my life (this list is much shorter and different today, not because I’ve achieved 37 of those things, but because I don’t want this pressure to achieve on me!) – it is something a 16/17 year-old would have on his list. So we are standing there in stadium, and we look around and realize that we are like, the only people around us that are under the age of thirty (now those fans are in their fifties)…and many of them have concert shirts – that don’t fit well (I remember one guy wearing one that said THE Asbury Park Concert ’79 and bragging about still being able to fit in it. I’m not small boned but that guy certainly had beer goggles on all the time when he wore this shirt).
I was on the second seat from the aisle, Jeff Wolpa was on the aisle, and Springsteen came out (the place erupts) and then Wolpa WIPES OUT and takes my right side and Dr. Pepper with him. A woman carrying beers down the aisle, realizing the concert was starting, tried to hurry to her seat and tripped and just launched. The guy behind (hurrying too), ate it right into Jeff. And he fell hard…as only people in their thirties do (you just stop landing softly when you fall at some point in your thirties). I mean it was like Twister Gone Wild.
The woman twisted her ankle, knee (I forget) and the guy just hobbled off. Jeff’s 16, he’s perfectly fine. She ended up giving me five bucks to buy another Dr. Pepper (really, we weren’t sneaking beer or anything). By giving up cash to a kid, this proves she was older than her twenties. She was classy. Back to the point – Springsteen plays long concerts. About an hour and a half later, she is gingerly coming back up the stairwell with her husband/boyfriend and basically says to Jeff “I can’t stand anymore, I hope I didn’t hurt you.” And left. We joked that this must be the point in life when you realize that you aren’t cool anymore…when you wipe out at a concert…except, this concert is nothing but people who wipe out (not teenagers, like at say, a U2 concert). Further, throughout the show, these older people sat down. What was that about?
We shot the shit about these older folks thinking they were cool and laughing at them on our way back home. (We probably also ate a bunch of high calorie, high cholesterol fast food right before bed and got up and repeated that first thing the next morning.)
This all came back to me driving to work this morning and hit way too close to home. I’m on my commute in and a song by the Foo Fighters, ‘Best of You’ comes on the radio, and I start singing along. Well, in stop and go traffic you kind of watch your neighbor to the left and right (why look where you are going at 10 miles an hour?) and I see a dude next to me that a) looks like what an 8th grade science teacher should look like, b) driving a Ford Taurus, c) wearing a short sleeved business shirt (you know, like pentacostal kids that knock on your door wear when they come to witness you), d) with very thick glasses – singing along with the Foo Fighters song too.
Wait a minute. He’s not cool like me.
He is me. Did one of the kids in his class, the one that taught him how to use his iPod, turn him onto this song…as a cruel joke? Mr. Science couldn’t like the Foo Fighters on his own…since Dave Grohl was in Nirvana like me…but wait! If he’s my age, then Nirvana was around in college for both of us. Oh God this is not happening! What’s the demographic of this station – ugh, post song they are interviewing the dean of students at UGA about on campus drinking, this is not a good sign that I’m their core audience. Crap – in the passenger seat is a briefcase, not a cool backpack…what’s that in the – OH JEEZ/THIS REALIZATION HURTS – MY TAPE PLAYER! …Toddler Sing Alongs Volume 1.
Didn’t I just donate to NPR a week or so ago?
Somehow, these thoughts all wander through in the course of seconds. Mr. Science is still singing, and is getting into it (I cuss him for probably knowing a lot about bunson burners and stuff and ruining my morning).
When I get into our elevators at work from the parking garage (which are mirrored)…I see…the husband of that woman at the concert. Or the guy that fell over the woman and almost killed my friend Jeff.
Of course, I started to think about whether to call the insurance company about the car ding…but what would that do to my insurance rates…
That’s what guys with briefcases think about, right?
I wonder if Mr. Science went to the Foo Fighters concert when they played The Gwinnet Center last year?
How much would it cost to get a babysitter to do that, I wonder.
Hey it is what it is, I guess.