I enjoy music, but I wouldn’t really consider myself musical.
Yes, I can sing and I’m in a choir and all that, but I can’t play any instruments, and I don’t know anything about anyone in the music industry. Basically, I can identify really well-known singers after I’ve heard their songs a few times, but it’s RARE that I can hear a brand new song and know who sings it. Even if it’s Lady Gaga or Taylor Swift.
(Exceptions: Anything by Bon Jovi, Coldplay, and Train.)
Basically, my musical knowledge is pathetic.
I mean, in the 90s, I listened almost exclusively to country.
Now, in my defense, 90s country was AWESOME.
But yeah…until I graduated from high school, I ONLY listened to the country station and never branched out unless forced to by being in someone else’s car or going to a church dance.
These days, my musical tastes are more diverse, but I am still totally stupid when it comes to knowing anything about the music industry.
Which is probably part of why I was not exactly the target audience for what happened a few days ago, and why I didn’t fully appreciate the experience like I might have if I had been basically anyone else on the planet.
I got home from work the other night fully intending to some stuff things I really needed to do.
But then my roommate Laura said, “My neighbor’s daughter’s band is playing tonight at the House of Blues, wanna go?”
And that sounded more interesting than whatever I had planned so I said, “Sure.”
And so we went.
It was a night where there are several bands that perform, each for around a half hour or so. The doors opened at, like, 7, but since the neighbor’s daughter’s band wasn’t going on until 9, we decided not to rush over there and ended up arriving right around 8:30.
Just in time to be violated in the ear.
(Bonus points if you know what that’s from!)
Right after we got there, a band called The Unsung started. They were apparently the only metal band playing that night. They weren’t just metal, though. They were that screamo metal kind that I just do NOT understand at all.
Because I am 100 years old.
I posted this on Snapchat, because this was the moment I came to that realization.
(Warning: This video is LOUD. But it’s also only 10 seconds long.)
I want to be clear that I am in NO WAY criticizing this band. I am just saying that I do NOT understand the appeal at all. It’s impossible (for me) to listen to, and it’s painful because all I can think about is the damage the lead singer is inflicting on his vocal chords.
We stepped outside for a few minutes because it was just SO LOUD.
When we went back in, we ran into an older woman who turned out to be the grandmother of the drummer. She had earplugs in her ears and Laura told her how smart that was. The grandma basically said she goes to a lot of their shows and has learned that earplugs are a necessity.
What a super cool grandma!
And also, I might be like TWO hundred then.
So The Unsung finished up and left the stage and my ears were ringing so much that I felt like I would never experience normal hearing again.
There was a gap of several minutes while they set up for the next band, and then they finally came onstage. They are My Mechanical Heart and our neighbor’s daughter is the lead singer and also the only girl in the band.
I still thought it was too damned loud, but these guys (and girl) were pretty good. I’d actually see them again. With earplugs.
And I wish the bass player would do something with his hair.
But whatever. It was an experience and I’m glad I went.
If only for the reality check that I am too old for this.