Music blares through amplifiers
My age shocks some
Me in the mosh
Last week I went to an underground concert to support and critique a friend whose band was performing there. Let’s just say I could have given birth to most of the other attendees with whom I was front stage and center dancing up a storm. Conversations while different bands set up, comparing the ones performing that night to other older (sometimes much older), bands is when some realized I was not even within fifteen years of their age. As faces ebbed and flowed that night, it became something of a running gag for some whippersnapper in the know to grab a newcomer and have him or her guess my age. Yes, Advil was dear my friend the next morning, but this Mama held her own proudly that night.
Because when this mama rocks, it’s not in a chair.
A conversation I had yesterday regarding my love of head banging music reminded me of last week’s concert. I decided to immortalize it by trying another Zeno poem (Ten lines with the syllable count: 8/4/2/1/4/2/1/4/2/1 and a rhyme scheme: a/b/c/d/e/f/d/g/h/d).
That it also happens to fit this weeks dVerse challenge of “keeping it small” is an added bonus. 22 words total!
dVerse ~ Pets Pub | MeetingTheBar: It’s a small, small world — so let’s LIMBO like there is no tomorrow
HAH! You already know how I feel about that age nonsense.
LOL Age aint nothing but a number, sweetheart! LIVE IT UP!
It’s all numbers until some start whining about “size” right? Laughing out loud!!!
LOL ok …. well played LOL
Better you, than this old fart!
Well done, Raivenne… the post; I didn’t see the dancing
Oh please! Calling the pseudo electric shock treatment moves involved with certain mosh pit thrashing as “dancing” would make Martha Graham and Alvin Ailey pirouette in their graves. But I still look good doing it ;).
booyah! get into it…i have visited a few mosh pits in my day….
the older i get the more i feel it
the next day
Yeah, I feel great that night, but boy do I pay for it later.
I’ve never been to a mosh pit. But I’m glad you’re not letting age define and determine who you are and what you do. My thing is Salsa dancing. Surprisingly, the next day, I’m fine. Let’s keep making it harder for people to get old.
“Let’s keep making it harder for people to get old.”
Amen to that!
Good for you for doing what you enjoy & not worrying about what people will think.
Took a long time to learn that lesson. But learned I have and enjoy I do.
I know the feeling of being in the mosh pit and head-banging to heavy metal music.
I love this poem by you. 🙂
Ha ha. You made me smile. I am sure Advil would help me.
Advil works wonders, glad you got a giggle.
If it’s too loud you’re too old doesn’t apply to you :
Hah! Not at all – just ask my neighbors 😉
forget the youngn’s, you betta rock in those orthopedic shoes! I kid, I kid… smiles 🙂
Hey, don’t knock orthopedics, they’re often the only proof of having had a non sedentary life. May we both live so well to need them LOL
You go girl! As long as you have your Advil… Thanks for the background story…love it.
“A long as have my Advil” is the truth! * SMILES * Thanks Bodhi
Nice! You are never too old to enjoy that which brings you joy!
So true Bryan. Thanks.
Ha.. Have been there too.. Right up by the scene in pouring rain.
I’ve been there too, Björn, but oh no, no, no, not anymore. I concede to now having enough vintage that I will not do the concerts in the rain, nope. Give me some cover please!
that reminds me of a story…. 🙂
Oh and I bet it’s a good one…!
right attitude.. 🙂
haha… sounds like you had fun.. and age doesn’t matter that much