I was out at an actual rock concert this week. I don’t mean a concert by some local band but an actual large arena rock concert. I can’t remember when I did this last. Certainly not since college and possibly even since before that. I was even more of a square back then than what I am now.
I went to see The Who on their 50th anniversary tour. It was a toss-up between this or Rush in May but I figured this may be my last chance to see this band so I opted for this. I figure Rush has another 10 years left in them at least.
I was worried I might look out-of-place at a rock concert. Being a middle-aged dude at what is usually a young person’s event. What would I wear? Should I try to look more “punk” or “hard rock”? Would people think “what is he doing here?” Boy, was I totally wrong.
If anything I skewed towards the younger end of the spectrum and the more grungy end of the clothing. I arrived at the Toyota center and I wondered if I got there on the wrong night. The place was full of “suburbanite-like” people. These people are here for the rock concert? Where are all the long-haired hippie type people? Then I realized that they were right there in front of me.
I bought a concert t-shirt and headed up to my seat. I was walking round the giant stadium and passing some folks using walkers. I sat down and proceeded to do some people watching, one of my favorite pastimes, as I waited for the concert to start. A few rows down was a guy that looked like a silver-haired judge with his wife. A guy sitting near me had a crew cut, wore a button down shirt and had penny loafers, and looked like he belonged in some office building instead of here. Bit hard to imagine these guys as sixties teenagers jamming out to The Who but as soon as Roger Daltrey started belting out the hits they began coming alive.
Speaking of being alive, Daltrey and Townshend were amazing as they ever were. They could still bring it. It’s no wonder that they been touring for so long. They were totally worth seeing.
I then began to reflect on what old age means now and what it might mean in the future. It would definitely not be the “classic” definition of old age. I mean of course the idea that at some point you “retire” from your professional life and also pretty much retire from interaction with your community. My dad unfortunately subscribes to this view of old age and has become set in his ways and pretty much refuses to try any new activity. He frequently trots out the excuse “I’m just getting old” and with that refuses to consider trying anything new.
The new old age now focuses on transitioning away from the activities that you participated previously (an active work schedule, full social responsibilities, various commitments) to one that emphasizes relaxation and developing oneself. Developing the body, developing new skills and interests, and just trying out other facets of life. This is a far cry from the traditional model of just marking time and waiting for the end of life.
I find this oddly comforting and hopeful. You don’t have to “quit” being you at some prescribed age. You don’t have to “act your age” and not enjoy the music or activities of your youth. You can still be you no matter if you’re 20 or 40 or 80. Your life is yours to do what you want regardless of age.
Now more than ever I am thankful that I have begun taking care of my body. I want to be able to enjoy what life has to offer and to contribute what I can to life for as long as possible.
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