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Monday, April 03, 2006

Feeling Older, Feeling Younger

So Saturday the wife and I went to the Orpheum Theater to see Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins play.

My plan was simple: find a place to park, grab some dinner nearby, wander over to the theater, enjoy the show.

Anyone who has ever been to the Orpheum Theater is laughing, because they know the first mistake I made.

The Orpheum Theater is in downtown L.A. (and not a particularly nice section of downtown L.A.).

And it turns out that Downtown L.A. pretty much shuts down around 4PM on weekends.


We circled the theater, for blocks in every direction, looking for a place to eat. Nothing. And keep in mind, this is an area where thousands of people are about to descend for a concert.

Finally we found some hole-in-the-wall Chinese place that was about to close, that sold us some of the stuff that they were probably about to throw away. After my wife took the last of the edible-looking stuff, I wound up with sweet-and-sour mystery meat that had bones in it that I have never seen before.

I should have saved a couple, to take to a vet for identification. But some things you just don't want to know.

At least the noodles were edible enough.

Meanwhile, it's cold, so after the Chinese place kicks us out around 6:30 (about 15 minutes after we got there), we went back to the car to wait for the Orpheum doors to open at 7:00. In the car, we shot some craps on the dashboard, then played some hangman.

Then we joined the long line waiting outside the theater. Where I realized how stupid it was, because we're out here freezing in the cold, for tickets we have assigned seats to, for a show that according to the marquee doesn't even start until 8.

So I'm standing there on this line, shifting from foot to foot and wondering whether it's worth going back to the car to try to make a hard eight, when an older-looking women walking by expresses glee at seeing us.

Not because she knows us. We're total strangers.

But because, as she loudly exclaims, "I thought I'd be the oldest one here".

Jesus, lady. Fuck you.

Now I've had a touch of gray hair for a while, but I'm only 42. And hell, I'm young at heart. I should be getting mad props (as the kids put it, he said, rolling his eyes) for standing outside at line for a concert, even if it's the first one I've been to in a few years.

When I lived in Manhattan, I used to go to Roseland all the time, where the damn place turned into a huge mosh pit for the weirdest bands. Why the hell were people moshing to Juliana Hatfield?

I digress.

But you know, age is an issue in this business. I like to think my life experience is going to help me eventually sell a script, but meanwhile time is ticking by, and I keep on worrying about paying the bills (or taking a rare night off with the wife, sue me) rather than digging into my rewrite.

Anyhow, I shrugged it off (which was easier after seeing a lot of guys there older than me, bless their hearts).

I went to the show, and I even got up and danced a little next to my seat when it was appropriate.

I ran into a guy I know at a prodco on the drink line, chatted with him for a while. It made me want to get something in shape to inflict on him.

Opening acts Whisperland2000 and Tilly and the Wall were cute, and Jenny was great.

By the end of the night, I felt young again.

Hungry, but young.


At 5:26 AM, Anonymous Peter said...

Wow, I hope you had a good time, ageism notwithstanding. I love Jenny Lewis and, like a colossal moron, waited too long and couldn't get tickets....I also missed Lucinda Williams and Sia, all playing this week-end.

0 for 3. I suck.

At 9:07 AM, Blogger Patrick J. Rodio said...

Jenny rocks, and so do you, so don't fret. I've had some gray here and there for years now (Damn stressfull family!).

At 10:04 AM, Blogger Chris said...

What the crap is she doing playing a show down there? My cousin has his web marketing firm in a "space" in one of the garment buildings on 8th St. Ghost town in the evenings.

I used to see shows all the time when it didn't hurt my feet or back to stand and dance for three hours on end in a tiny crowded space. Now they have to be a real must-see to get me out for a night.

At 12:45 PM, Blogger Bill Cunningham said...

It means you need to buy one of those lofts downtown...and restaurants are open around Grand or 8th in the evening.

At 1:51 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've been graying since (literally) thirteen years old. I'm now 48, totally salt and pepper, and REFUSE to dye my hair! There are (of course) the downsides to it, like what you've mentioned. However, there ARE a few perks; just the other night my husband and I got into the movies for the SENIOR rate. I'll cry all the way to the bank with that mistake!

At 3:12 PM, Blogger Alicia said...

I don't think you cross over into "old" territory until you start screaming, "Will you turn that damn music down?"

At 3:16 PM, Blogger deepstructure said...

lol. im only 38 and my first thought reading this was: "who the hell is jenny lewis?"

At 9:11 PM, Anonymous phillip said...

Well, I shave my head so gray hair is one thing I don't have to worry about.

The biggest age related concert change for me is going from a General Admission drive all night guy to a Assigned Seating drive less than an hour guy. No more fighting the crowds on a field in Indio.

My friend and I have gotten on a tri-monthly House of Blues habit. There always seems to be someone interesting from our past rumbling through town every few months. Peter Murphy, X, etc. Rob Zombie is on deck for April. The cool thing about the House of Blues is if you eat dinner there the night of the show they let you in before the rest of the crowd. The barstools on the second floor have a great view of the stage if, like me, you can't handle three hours of getting your toes stepped on anymore.

At 12:57 AM, Blogger Mac said...

Why is capitalism broken?

Basic economics says that there should have been dozens of nearby food outlets opening their doors especially for the concert.

It must be worrying living in a country whose whole future is based on the assumption that capitalism works ...

Good luck,


At 5:16 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm 40 and went to see Green Day on my birthday... the kids never even noticed me... way up in the nosebleeds eating popcorn


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