I had stated in my “About Me” post that I am a music lover, and it amazes even me that I still feel the same way about music as I did when I was younger. As a teen it was hard to find venues to get into, so we watched bands play in every backyard, warehouse and empty lot around town. As I got older, late teens and early twenties, I realized that there was good music being played everywhere and pretty much worked for gas money, food and good shows. It seemed like then you could catch a live act two to three times a week at least, there was almost always somewhere to see local acts and small touring acts. I did then and still do like major acts, but that is a whole different experience in my mind. I have been waiting for the day that my daughter really wanted to attend her first “show” not really knowing what to expect. She has grown to like a very wide variety of music and like her father and mother she gravitates more toward louder and faster rock music. I was pleasantly surprised when I found out she wanted to see a band that would be playing in a venue I was VERY familiar with, the Nile. Many of my all time favorite shows were played there, and admittedly I sustained a few injuries there as well, nothing major, just noteworthy. It was a sold out show, but luckily I have a friend, who has a friend in one of the opening bands so we secured tickets.
I knew that the Nile had been re-opened and have not been there since that happened, so I was excited to see how it had changed and if/how it had stayed the same. I wanted to prepare my baby for what “could” happen, the immense heat from everyone squishing up by the stage, gross sweaty people all crammed together. I told her the potential of getting shoved or caught in a mosh and what to do. We made sure we really did not bring much, phone, money, ID and Keys was all, didn’t want to loose anything or get hurt. Feeling nervous but prepared we head to the venue about two blocks away I see a large bus, take a look and the side says “Black Veil Brides” the band that my daughter absolutely HAD to see, I rolled down the window and waved and the driver honked, she instantly got excited for her first concert experience. Upon arriving, (I headed right to the bank where we always used to park) we see that there is a huge line all the way around the building and down the street. Crap! We went at 6:00 right when doors opened, I guess everyone else had the same idea. All the kids were decked out in music war paint, mostly black outfits, but something seemed very different then the teens of my youth, something that I did not immediately recognize. After standing in line for a while and speaking with another Mom in front of me, I realized every pack of kids had a parent, WHAT a parent, there was the first major difference. I am not sure we ever saw a parent at a show, and then I thought, they must be just getting them to the door, they are not going to stay, are they? Well they did, all of them, so the front part of the room was kids/teens and very early twenty-somethings and the back was all parents. The opening bands played and everything seemed pretty tame, the kids were into it, but way in control. But I figured they all had their hearts and minds set on seeing Black Veil Brides, since that was the prevailing T-Shirt. I went to the booth for the Romance Mechanics, spoke with them a bit and picked up a CD, they were nice enough to take a photo with my daughter. Really nice people, no attitude, very friendly and easy to talk with. Then it is getting closer to the time the BVB’s are going to take the stage and we secure our spot, pretty close to the stage, remind my daughter where to meet if separated what to do if a mosh breaks out and things get crazy and to let me know if she gets nervous at all and wants to get out of the crowd. As the band takes the stage they remind me exactly (in looks) of very early Motley Crue. Their music was a newer style, they were good, loud, fast, engaged, energetic so overall a good show. The first thing that surprised me was no one pushed in closer, there was a good inch in between everyone. The next thing that struck me was that every kid had either an iphone, droid or very expensive camera. Finally what maybe caught my attention most, is how all those kids smelled like soap, SOAP for goodness sake! A mosh never broke out, she was never in any danger of even getting a paper cut, these kids were so nice and no polite if they needed to pass by all I got was an “excuse me, please”. WHO ARE THESE TEENS? We are so full of angst and angry energy the show was the place to work it out. I realized that we had literally nothing to loose, we did not have phones, no expensive outfits from hot topic or camera’s. I am not hating on them for having these things, I am guilty, I get my daughter the same things. (except she is still mad that I refuse to let her have a smart phone, that is her angst right there) It is just so vastly different then how I grew up. Not better or worse, just different. I loved those crazy nights, where we got all sweaty, gross and all banged up and would not trade it for anything the kids have today. So anyway the band was great, played for a long time, my daughter had a blast. Afterward we went over to the Greeley Estates table and purchased a CD and they were also very nice, took a picture, asked about the show and thanked us for showing up. Everyone left in a nice orderly fashion and on the way home my daughter says “Mom only you would be irritated that the kids smelled nice, were polite and did not shove each other” to which I replied, “I am not irritated, I just have not figured out how to process it yet.” And I still have not fully processed it, this is a very different world, different kids and I cannot wait to see what the future holds for them.
I took a few photos just so you can see all the phones….And then added a small video clip to get the idea of the music. They played a Billy Idol cover.