die Unterhatlung - entertainment
dan and i have gotten picky in our old age about how, when and where we see concerts. i've had my last exchange with a high school boy about whether or not i will buy him beer. i'm not enamored with crowds (read: i hate them) and sitting on the grass has never really been my cup of tea. and if you can't see the artist except on the jumbotron, well, then it's just like watching the whole thing on tv.
so no more arena shows and no more huge festivals. i decided this at the ripe old age of 16 when a girl next to our group removed a bag of rose petals and glitter to shower us with - but lost her footing and spilled her nalgene of vodka all over me instead. awesome. and if it plays on the crappy radio in san jose, even if i love the band, i'm not going to risk being seen at the same concert as my elementary students.
i love small theatres for concerts and plays, but the offerings here in the 408 are less than ideal (disgusting bars) and we don't attract a lot of the indy-rock groups i like. dan's not so keen on driving up to berkeley or san francisco for a weeknight of loud music and difficult parking. but when summer comes around i know i can count on at least one great show that both dan and i will enjoy.
thank goodness for the saratoga mountain winery. fogies young and old can rest assured that they will enjoy an intimate concert, with sweeping bay area views, and drinkable wine - good, even, if you get the old vine zin. in the past we've brought the average age down considerably, but lately we've noticed they've started to counter their season of foreigner and hall & oates with fountains of wayne and india.arie. is the mountain winery hip? not a chance. but is it void of obnoxiousness? almost (the occasional drunk menopausal can appear in the aisles waving her hands above her coiffed highlights and doing the step-touch-step-touch).
perhaps this post makes me sound older than 30. i'm okay with that. because as i SAT down to listen to patti griffin, giant cup of wine in hand (they pour doubles now that make it look like you've visited the cab keg), and blanket on my lap, the woman next to me tapped me on the shoulder. she didn't say, "this totally rocks. hey, can you get me and my friend, like, a drink, you know?" instead she offered for dan and i to share her binoculars to get an even better look than the 10th row already afforded us.
and the concert did totally rock.
so no more arena shows and no more huge festivals. i decided this at the ripe old age of 16 when a girl next to our group removed a bag of rose petals and glitter to shower us with - but lost her footing and spilled her nalgene of vodka all over me instead. awesome. and if it plays on the crappy radio in san jose, even if i love the band, i'm not going to risk being seen at the same concert as my elementary students.
i love small theatres for concerts and plays, but the offerings here in the 408 are less than ideal (disgusting bars) and we don't attract a lot of the indy-rock groups i like. dan's not so keen on driving up to berkeley or san francisco for a weeknight of loud music and difficult parking. but when summer comes around i know i can count on at least one great show that both dan and i will enjoy.
thank goodness for the saratoga mountain winery. fogies young and old can rest assured that they will enjoy an intimate concert, with sweeping bay area views, and drinkable wine - good, even, if you get the old vine zin. in the past we've brought the average age down considerably, but lately we've noticed they've started to counter their season of foreigner and hall & oates with fountains of wayne and india.arie. is the mountain winery hip? not a chance. but is it void of obnoxiousness? almost (the occasional drunk menopausal can appear in the aisles waving her hands above her coiffed highlights and doing the step-touch-step-touch).
perhaps this post makes me sound older than 30. i'm okay with that. because as i SAT down to listen to patti griffin, giant cup of wine in hand (they pour doubles now that make it look like you've visited the cab keg), and blanket on my lap, the woman next to me tapped me on the shoulder. she didn't say, "this totally rocks. hey, can you get me and my friend, like, a drink, you know?" instead she offered for dan and i to share her binoculars to get an even better look than the 10th row already afforded us.
and the concert did totally rock.
posted by jordan at
2:23 AM
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Hey, don't knock the (post) menopausal set...some day you might want to join the old fogies for a day of good music and good wine & cheese at Tanglewood!
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Anonymous, at August 03, 2007 2:34 AM
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