Rock On, Old-Timer!

Hey there! This piece is partly a commentary about growing old, a subject and a sad reality that I can’t seem to stop thinking about. And, consequently, writing about. I don’t obsess over it by any means, but as I mentioned in an article a month or two ago, I am very aware of the grains of sand that steadily and relentlessly are falling to the bottom of my hourglass. Man, I’m 71, at least 20 years older than I’d like to be. But hopefully I’ll be around for many more years, hitting the Publish button for scads more stories on this website. And if not, well, c’est la f*cking vie, as they say in Gay Paree.

Doom and gloom, however, will not dominate the present proceedings. Nah, that’s not me. Age-wise, I may be nearing lofty heights. (Nearing? Shit, I’m already there.) At heart, though, I’m still kind of a rabid 20-something.

Which is why I was bouncing like a rabbit on amphetamines a week and a half ago, on the way back home from the supermarket. I was in my trusty, humble, beat-up Honda Civic, model year 2001. This car is well-known in my neighborhood for its pitted paint and for the fabric langorously sagging from the roof’s underside. Hell, I’m pitted and sagging too. Naturally, then, the Honda and I get along real well.

I listen to music a lot when I’m in the car, but it’s pretty rare for my body to react like it did on the short drive home. My hips, my shoulders, my head were jumping around excellently, fueled by the energy coming through the speakers. I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t contain myself, couldn’t believe that not one, not two, but three catchy-as-hell, blistering rock tunes in a row accompanied me on the drive. I hadn’t been blasted like that in quite a while. It was good to be reminded that hard, driving rock and roll is hard to beat, and that, old as I am, I love potent rock as much as I ever did.

The music came over 88.5 FM, the frequency of  WXPN, a Philadelphia station. More important, these are the songs that I heard: Feels Alright, a brand new number by the young band The Nude Party; Do Anything You Wanna Do, a classic by Eddie And The Hot Rods that came out in 1977; Silver, from 2017, by the group Waxahatchee. You can listen to them now, if you wish, via YouTube. My epic tale continues below the YouTube offerings.

Yeah, ever since my late teens I’ve been under the power of snarling, soaring electric guitars, throbbing electric basses, and pounding drums. Not that I don’t like the less-wild forms of rock or other styles of music. I do. A lot. In fact, I’m into almost everything, except for rap, opera and Madonna-style pop. And I even get along with those genres at times.

But if I had to pick the one type of music that perfectly meshes with the hidden recesses of my inner self, there would be little contest. It would be vigorous, tuneful, guitar-driven rock. Were I a musician, that’s what I’d be playing. I’d man the electric bass, helping to hold the rest of the band together, and getting my rocks off stratospherically.

Alas, I have zero talent as a musician. Like most of the rest of humanity, I’m a listener, not a player. But there’s a lot to be said for listening when you have the capacity to go higher, higher, higher. What a rush! What a gas!

Why, then, don’t I listen to the recordings of powerful bands (The Rolling Stones, Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers, The Patti Smith Group, etc.) at home as much as I did when I was single? Well, my wife Sandy usually prefers that things be on the calmer side in the house, so that’s the main reason. And yes, I know I could listen through earphones, but I’ve always found them to be uncomfortable.

As for hearing the strong stuff in person, there’s not much of it in the burbs, where I live. Most of it is concentrated in clubs and theaters in The City Of Brotherly Love, an hour’s drive away. It’s tough to find a parking spot near those Philly venues, and the shows start late and aren’t over till after midnight. Which means that I’d arrive back home well into the wee small hours. Thus, when I attend concerts these days (I go to quite a few), they tend to be of non-hard-rock varieties in places within comfortable driving distance of my home.

But you know what? Those excuses in the above paragraph are lame. I know for a fact that a smattering of people in my age bracket go to the music venues that I’ve been avoiding. They’re not embarrassed to shake and groove among music lovers 40 or more years younger than them. And neither am I. That’s why, a few days into our new year, I’m making one resolution: I am going to start visiting some of Philadelphia’s rock meccas now and then. Johnny Brenda’s, Boot And Saddle, and Union Transfer, here I come! It will be fun. It will be soul-satisfying. And I’d better do it while I can, because those frigging grains of sand have no plans to take a break.

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118 thoughts on “Rock On, Old-Timer!

  1. Bumba January 21, 2019 / 8:24 pm

    Go ahead and rock. There’s lots of good music. I’ve never stopped playing and listening to music. My lead character in my novel says, and I say it too, “Keep playin that country music”.

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  2. Linda Thornton January 24, 2019 / 11:14 am

    A while back, we felt like you did, so decided to put ourselves “out there”. Five outfits later, I finally felt just the right amount of coolness and we were off to see our favorite band Fleetwood Mac. On arrival, we forgot about our intimidation and started singing and rocking with everyone around us; from young kids to seniors with walkers. I say, go for it!

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    • Yeah, Another Blogger January 24, 2019 / 1:28 pm

      Hi. I’m going to a rock show tomorrow night. The first of many, I hope, during 2019. See ya!

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  3. The Lockwood Echo January 25, 2019 / 4:25 am

    Some great driving songs there. Out of the 3, I only knew Eddie, but really like the others. NEVER stop rocking! 😉

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    • Yeah, Another Blogger January 25, 2019 / 7:02 am

      Yeah, you can’t beat good ol’ rock and roll. I’m going to a rock show tonight. And there are a bunch more coming up that I have my eye on.

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  4. stepsinbetween January 27, 2019 / 11:16 pm

    I just read this post again and it still makes me smile. I’m turning 50 this year and feeling time pushing me along. But I’m also trying this new thing; living in the present. It’s strange for me and harder than it should be. But I say – go to those rock concerts. Maybe grab a hotel in the city close by and make a memory of it. Your words are more than an encouragement to me. Rock on!!

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    • Yeah, Another Blogger January 28, 2019 / 7:13 am

      Hi. Thanks for adding your thoughts. You’ve expanded the reach of this essay. As for rocking, I went to my first rock concert of 2019 a few nights ago. It was great. The plan is to go to a lot more. See ya!

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