Cannot believe it's been 25 years since their respective landmark albums were released. God, I feel old. Looking around the crowd it was mostly aging Gen-Xers with graying beards and wives or girlfriends dancing awkwardly in the isles. I think these people are finally becoming their parents even though we swore that'd never happen. It's the natural order of things.
Couple months ago I saw a chilled-out Michael McDonald concert and the median age had to have been 67, with very comparable physical mannerisms. Maybe it's just our general cringey white-ness. Either way, it was comforting to know these bands and their famous songs still have a place in so many people's hearts nearly a quarter century later.
The alt-rock explosion of the 90s was so varied yet so accessible. The only thing I can compare it to musically is perhaps the British Invasion of the 60s. Nirvana resonates just as strongly today as The Beatles, and Bush was always a sort of bastard son of Nirvana to begin with, so it stands to reason their music still sounds fresh.
Thanks to my step-brother, Zack for hooking us up with tickets to the show. It was an early birthday present of sorts, and it was nice to be transported back to 1994 for a few hours.
Gavin still looks like Gavin
Ed still looks like Ed
Raine still... kinda looks like Raine?
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