We went to the John Mayer concert last night at the Coliseum so that I could see The Thorns open. Yes, it was interesting and fun to see John but that was not why we shelled out the $89. Even though the acoustics in the 24oz Miller Lite can I was holding were better than the Coliseum’s, The Thorns rocked. Matthew Sweet played a gazillion different stringed instruments. They were jaded and funny about it. All that flew over everyone’s heads–there’s nothing like Gen X funny especially when Gen Y just doesn’t get it. I think I was one of 5 fans in the audience.
I’ve decided that I don’t like teens in large groups. I’m officially an old lady now. And the people I like even less are their parents. The Capital D, Capital I, Capital C, Capital K father I sat next to hogged the arm rest and if I got more skin time with him hogging both his seat and mine then I was ready to ask him to introduce himself. I can only believe he has a very lower case p-e-n-i-s. And, to his daughter rolling her eyes everytime she had to get the freak out of my way, I have this to say–No matter what kind of loser I was in high school there was no way in HELL that I would have consented to seeing a concert with my parents. They didn’t even let her have a soda. They sat there the whole time with their arms crossed, except when they munched on their bag of peanuts. Who can eat peanuts and not drink something?
Thoughts on seeing John Mayer last summer vs seeing him last night: The John Mayer machine is in full gear. He’s gonna be a big star. He had those girls eating out of his hand.