So last week I went to a Regina Spektor concert. She is a very talented singer born in Russia who fits well into the indie female folksy genre that is so popular. She is similar to Ingrid Michaelson, Norah Jones, Aimee Mann, and Missy Higgins. In fact, in some ways I like her better because she is edgy and daring with melodies and arrangements. On the other hand, sometimes I don’t get her style- she’s too edgy for me! Her song Fidelity is featured in a Target ad right now and her songs Us and Hero were on the 500 Days of Summer soundtrack.
Being fans, Anna and I were naturally excited to be attending her concert in Salt Lake. It was kind of a crazy weekend for me. I went to the Regina concert Friday night and then Saturday drove down to St. George for my friend Bonnie’s wedding. I was exhausted by the time Sunday came around! Thanks to Anna for coming with me to the concert and to St. George. She was such a great help to me, and it was a big sacrifice for her. I love you!
Anyway, Friday we went to the concert- Anna, her roommate Becca and myself. Before the concert we ate at the Pie up by the University of Utah (I know enemy territory!). It is the best pizza I have had outside of New York. You don’t even need any toppings. It’s delicious! After dinner we drove to the concert. It was at a club called In the Venue that is standing room only. It is the same place we went for the Ingrid Michelson concert but this time it was even more crowded. Plus, we arrived early so that added another hour to the standing. By the time Regina’s opening act was finished (btw the opening act was thoroughly lame…in the grand tradition of opening acts) I was already exhausted. It was a mosh pit with hardly room to move. To make matters worse, even though I was up front I was in a place where the grand piano blocked any view of Regina. No matter how I tried to crane my neck I couldn’t see anything but her legs on the pedals. This seemed like a lot to put up with for a pair of legs!
Finally the crowd made me feel nauseated and I was getting overheated. I bravely began to make my way through the crowd. I basically became a human plow trying to find my way to the back. Along the way I pushed many a young kid and even had some rude comments. One woman said “I was standing there first and thanks for stepping on my toes”. I felt like saying “I beg your pardon mademoiselle. I am sorry I didn’t ask your permission to step on you in a MOSH PIT!”. Rude! Finally I made my way back and wolfed down a Gatorade for $4. It was then that I realized “I’m too old for this stuff”.
I’m too old for moshing it at standing room only concerts. I’m too old for road trips with little sleep. I’m too old for Motel 6’s with lame, scratchy sheets. I’m too old for nothing but pizza and root beer for dinner. I need some nutrients! I’m too old for skipping 2 meals and then binging on a huge dinner. I’m too old for giant ice cream Sundays and anything with the words “extreme sour” in it. I’m too old for trendy clothes, head banging music, tantrums, sleeping in past 9, wearing t-shirts with “funny” sayings, practical jokes, big wads of bubble gum, prank phone calls, cartoon network, teeny bopper music, any kind of eating contest, glitter, costumes for no purpose, camping for “fun”, sleeping on the floor, watching the Hills or America’s Next Top Model, all-nighters, selling my blood, cosmic anything, group sports of any kind (especially dodge ball), Weird Al anything, Chef Boyardee, lame car games, ice skating and dancing to impress a boy (what was I thinking!), eating fake cheese, pop tarts, ramen noodles and most prepackaged foods, flirting to impress a boy, anything in a “fun land/arcade”, and petty fights with friends. The list goes on.
Basically I’m too old to be doing things that aren’t genuinely me. I am too old to be playing a part or trying to fit in. I am not saying I have to be completely selfish but when you are young you go along for the ride easier. Now I would be more likely to express my feelings and then agree to what others want to do. I remember going to concerts at the Velor in Provo. It is loud, crowded, and miserable. The music isn’t my taste and you know why I was there- to impress a boy. I am too old for that kind of stuff. If I do end up doing something on my Murtaugh list expect me to feel tired, even exhausted and grumpy. I will try my best but no guarantees!
If you are wondering about the title of my entry, the Murtaugh list comes from an episode of my favorite show How I Met Your Mother where Ted makes a list of the things he’s too old for. These include going to raves, sleeping on futons, piercing your ears, and laser tag. Then Barnie and Ted have a challenge where Barnie attempts to do all the things on the Murtaugh list and Ted does a list of stuff old people do like go to bed at 8 and eat at 4. It’s pretty funny.
The other unfortunate thing about the Regina concert is she had a foul mouth. It was too bad because her music is beautiful. I don’t know why women feel they have to be so ugly and unseemly. It makes me sad.