I feel like I'm pounding on a big door

When I was young, the summertime was spent going to the big downtown festival concerts. These were the things with names like "Summerfest" and "Parkfest" and "Riverfest" and whatnot. These were the sorts of things where there was music going constantly -- new up and comers followed by bands that have just been out working the circuit for the last five years, and then the bands that had some success twenty-odd years earlier and decided to get back together for a summer tour to pay for the kids' college tuition and kill off the mortgage on the house.

At the time, I sometimes wondered what it will be like to go see an act that I'd meant to see decades earlier, and somehow circumstances put them off until I was pushing forty and the band looked like a bunch of overweight accountants who grew their hair out on a lark and hit the road for a last gasp before they all started dropping dead from heart disease.

Later this week, two days shy of my fortieth birthday I'm going to Harborfest to see Squeeze.

Nowadays Squeeze looks like this:


I'm actually quite looking forward to it.

I also have tickets to the Police tonight, unless they break up in the next four hours.