“Pardon me, but I have some growing up to do.”
I remember that introduction by Peter Gabriel like it was yesterday.
I last saw Peter in concert back in 2003, in Toronto, the North American leg of his ‘Growing Up Tour’ in full swing.
The last concert I attended.
Our 13-year old cornered me (after mom’s clever deflection) holding her IPad like it was a sacred scroll, a gleam of want in her eye. The band ‘Fall Out Boy’, her absolute favorite, just announced a 2017 concert tour, with a stop in Toronto.
Who is this Fall Out Boy, you ask?
They sing the song ‘Uma Thurman’.
Now you know as much as I do.
The words ‘are you kidding, you’re not grown up enough’ resounded in my head, but I held back, opting to listen patiently to a well-rehearsed argument. I left her with a firm ‘I don’t think so‘, to which she promptly replied, ‘tickets go on sale in two days’.
Thanks for the deflection mom.
The decision was left with me.
Not grown up enough.
I considered the expression, what it meant.
And it got me thinking.
I’ve grown older since my last Peter Gabriel concert, fourteen years ago.
But I’ve not grown up.
And that’s okay.
In the words of Walt,
Within an hour of hearing this outlandish request –and, having had the foresight to tap into my American Express card’s ‘Membership has its Privileges’ option, I ordered a pair of pre-sale tickets, two days in advance of the general ticket release date. Great floor seats.
We’re going to see Fall Out Boy, at Toronto’s Air Canada Centre.
I guess both of us still have some growing up to do.
Until next time,
Five things you might (not) hear me say at a Fall Out Boy concert,
“The drums could be louder.”
“What’s with all the phones, doesn’t anyone hold up lighters anymore?”
“Hey, pass that sh*t this way.”
“Wow, only $65 for a t-shirt, that’s a bargain.”
“Did you know they’re all classically trained musicians?”