It happens when boomers gather.
Best road trip.
Best time of your life.
Then someone brings the new guy. He’s a boomer. He’s seen the same concerts, taken the same road trip. He’s done what you’ve done, only better.
“The boys bought me a ticket if I’d take them to a rock show. You wouldn’t know the band, but they were loud.
“So I did it. By the third band things heated up and they ditched me. Four boys, maybe fourteen, didn’t need a babysitter at the mosh pit.
“The place sold beer in the balcony. I headed up.
“The new band ripped through the first song so hard I heard an echo behind me. Except it was a guy holding two beers and singing his guts out.
“I told him he sounded great. He gave me a beer, said his girlfriend was coming up.
“She floated up with eight friends. The singer introduced me around. Each young woman was more beautiful than the last. I kept my beer hand turned to best show my wedding ring. Just in case…
“The kids I brought edged closer to the balcony for a better look at the epicenter of hot rocker women in Portland. I dropped a hand over the railing and waved them off. But they just got closer, ignoring my twitching thumb telling them to beat it.
“On the way home they asked about the ladies. I showed the card one of the girls gave me for the VIP Club at Stars. While they passed it around I told them ‘whatever happens at a Static – X concert stays at the Static – X concert.'”
BoomerPDX Lesson: The best concert is about more than music.
Better Boomer says, it’s only rock and roll, but we like it.