Saturday, March 28, 2009
Yeah, weird picture I know. The stage at Kilby. Hand held, low light, long exposure. But I like it.
Saturday morning, Sarah is cleaning up the kitchen so I can make her pancakes this morning. She had yesterday off from school, but didn't empty the dishwasher before spending the day with friends, so being the meanie mom I am I left the mess for her to take care of today. So she's cleaning, cranking the tunes, and I'm waiting for a clean kitchen to cook in.
Her tunes of choice today is the music of our boyfriend Grieves. Grieves is a young (twenty something) independent rap/hip hop artist. My daughter introduced me to his music a year and a half ago or so. I'm hardly a big rap fan, but as it turns out I really, really like most of this guys music.
So Sarah and I have this running joke about who's boy friend he is... she's going for the older guy and I the younger. When I say something about "my" boyfriend Grieves, she quickly retorts back something to the effect of "Quit talking about your future son-in-law that way".
Grieves plays concerts here frequently, usually playing a funky little all ages venue; Kilby Court, which is in essence a garage on a little alley way near downtown Salt Lake. Three buildings, the garage that houses the stage, a small building where they sell merchandise, and the ticket kiosk surround a small court yard where they keep a fire going in the fire pit during show. All ages is really a missnomer, as for the most part it's the under 25 crowd.
Grieves played here a week ago or so, and since I'd been torturing Sarah by saying I was going to go see "my" boyfriend this time, she decided not go (I went "with" her once before, she won't let that happen again!). So all by my lonesome I headed to Kilby to be the one odd ball, old fart at the concert. I always feel a little silly when I do this, as I know I know I'm out of place, because it really is all young kids, and they all look at me with suspicion wondering what I'm doing there. I took a few pictures this last time, and kind of freaked a few kids out... It probably didn't help that when asked why I was taking pictures I told them I was the "chaperon police" and that mothers hire me to spy on their kids. I love fooling with the teenagers, but I did eventually convince them that I was really just there for the music. I wasn't totally alone in my old-fartness this time. A guy who I'd guess was in his late 30's, who was there with his friend and a niece, came up and chatted, because he was really curious what I was doing there. So I think there were 3 of us over 30 that night.
So is that too weird? Why should music and fun and entertainment be bounded by age? Or am I just too weird? I do admit the students in my lab as well as my "grown up" friends are usually shocked when I play this sort of music. But heck, I enjoy all sorts of music. If you're curious about "my boyfriend's" music he has some samples on his myspace page. Of what's there, "irreversible" is my favorite.
See, I wasn't kidding when I said this place was a garage!