The Contradiction in my Rock 'n Roll Brain

Rock of Ages, a local band that plays 80s rock ‘n roll covers played at Fat Daddy’s in Raleigh Saturday night. We went. They played all the favorites. I’m still singing, “Pour some sugar on me” from Def Leppard and "Smokin' in the Boy's Room" by Motley Crue and Kiss and Cheap Trick and Poison and ... well, you know.

Not only was it a band playing fun music, it was like a concert – a show. Front man Steve Quinney has the 80s vibe down including jumping up on the bar, running through the audience and getting everyone to join in the fun. And that’s where the contradiction in my brain happens. Steve is old. Nothing wrong with old – I’m old too. But I just don’t think of long hair, high energy rock being performed by someone old. When I’d listen, it sounded great. When I’d look, I’d get confused. I’m not saying it’s wrong for a senior citizen to have so much energy and do something so cool – it just doesn’t fit the image I have of rock ‘n roll.

Having said that you should follow Steve on FaceBook – he says he has low self-esteem and needs friends. I think you should follow because he says funny *$%#.

Beyond the music, I did three smart things Saturday night – I sat (in my prior life, I wouldn’t be caught sitting at a bar … bars are meant for standing and dancing), I looked straight at the band (no twisting my back) and I drank Coke (so I could drive home after Mike downed a couple beers!)