In a sad and pathetic attempt to sustain the rock chick in me, I am following up my recent Cheap Trick gig (get me!) with Friday night tickets to see:
Yes friends, it's the 30th Anniversary tour of Blondie's Parallel Lines album. (I nearly said "LP" there -thus drawing attention to my advancing age!)
Half of me wants to go just to see how Debbie Harry's holding up. There was a piece in one of the newspapers the other day saying that the promotional posters looked as if she'd had major work done in preparation. However, she's been in the news on and off over here for a few years now and, although she may have had a little work done, she looks age-appropriate. Let's face it, if you had those cheek bones in your 30's they're probably still going to look pretty awesome 20+ years later.
They're playing at our local zoo believe it or not. (Hardly a reason to go and have your face lifted really - I go there at least twice a week with the little one.) The tour venues are all pretty small, but that's got to be better than booking an arena and then having to cancel dates due to woeful lack of interest, a la Spice Girls. How utterly demoralizing must that be? It's no wonder Posh still isn't smiling despite stating that she was going to give it a go.
The zoo is about three blocks from my house - which is another reason why I'm making the effort. I can never be bothered to go very far. (I can hear them doing sound checks as I write - putting me in a bit of a rocker mood.) I'm actually quite glad it's not in a real rock venue as I'd be having a wardrobe panic by now. Can't really see me in a bin-liner with kohl-rimmed eyes these days.
As I hinted in my last post though, I'll have to find something resenbling a burkha to fend off the bloody mosquitoes.