For starters, the audience today sure doesn't dress like they used to. Now this may have something to do with the fact that Lori and I were easily twenty years older than almost everybody in the crowd who wasn't escorting children, but it seems that concert going attire has been stripped down to the bare minimum. In some cases, the very, very bare minimum. I'm not trying to point a finger at the kids wearing these barely there get-ups, as fashion is what it is, whether I approve of it or not. I will say that Lori and I had a fun time playing a game of "Our daughter would be grounded for two weeks for dressing up like that, three weeks for going out in public like that, and a full month if she even dressed her Barbie in an outfit like that."
Marianas Trench and Simple Plan definitely aren't Van Halen, but they do something that Van Halen was never known for...they share. Last night there were four bands on the bill (These Kids Wear Crowns and All Time Low are also on the tour), three of which I hear regularly on the radio, and two of whom I knew every song they played. When you bring along bands that close to you in stature, you really run the risk of being upstaged. That's how careers get started, but that didn't seem to bother any of the bands last night. Everybody was given a decent amount of time to play (the show ran just under four hours) and they each came out and did their best to entertain, with the only competition between bands being "Who can make the crowd jump the highest?" That kind of competition probably doesn't create too many hurt feelings, and I can truly imagine the bands enjoying their time spent touring together, although they should probably fire whoever decided that February was a good time to tour Canada.
The fact is, concerts aren't the same as they used to be, but neither is anything else. The days I remember fondly of paying $20 to see Peter Gabriel open for David Bowie (and everybody under age 25 asks "Who?") are long gone, but the show last night was a lot of fun. Live music is still one of the most entertaining ways to spend an evening out, even if you do end up feeling like one of the oldest people on the planet. The good news is that eventually I did find all the other Dad's. They were lined up outside the arena as we left, waiting for their kids to come out. They were going to have to wait a while though, as their children were all in the washroom, changing back into the clothes they left the house in. Some things about concerts haven't changed at all.