OK, I realize I’m really stretching here to make the letter N work. I had a legit topic for the letter N, but based on my experience last night, I decided a change was in order and that I was going to make what I wanted to say work with N no matter what.
Last night I saw the Stone Temple Pilots in concert. That’s right – STP of Plush, Creep, and Interstate Love Song fame. Scott Weiland no longer sings with them. Their current lead singer is Chester Bennington from Linkin Park.
Let’s just pause for a minute to think about how strange that is. To be the singer of a band that started its rise just as the heyday of STP was ending. Did Chester ever admire Scott and dream of being like him some day? Was he a kid in an STP audience at some point, fantasizing about when it would be his turn in the spotlight? Even if not, it’s got to be odd to be a star in your own right and then be asked to fill someone else’s shoes.
But here’s the thing – why not? Why not just keeping rocking out? STP is amazing, so who wouldn’t love to be Scott Weiland for a night? When I saw them last night, 19 years after the first time I saw them in concert, I thought their music was every bit as hardcore and haunting (if those two qualities can coexist) as I did when I was in high school. I sang to every song, or at least as many as Scott Weiland’s less than articulate vocalizing had ever enabled me to understand the lyrics to. Every time I recognized a song, I got really excited and squealed stupidly with my friends. I had an unwarranted I-just-won-the-lottery sized smile plastered to my face all night.
And then I realized…I am the people who I deemed “not cool” 19 years ago. In 1996, I had a friend who was about 8 years older than me and he was firmly stuck in his teenage 1980s mentality. He had the feathered hair, the black leather jacket, the too-tight jeans, and the white New Balance or Reebok or whatever they were sneakers. He was all about Metallica and Guns N Roses and Van Halen. And I remember thinking how not cool that was. The “rest of us” had moved on to grunge and punk (as if Sex Pistols hadn’t ever been a thing!) and ska. I never said anything to him because he was a great guy and a good friend, but inwardly, I was always thinking, WTF? Let it go! Times have changed!
Now I am that person and I so don’t care. I like the music I like and most of what I like is from the 90s. I will totally go see Moby in concert when he is in his sixties and I’m in my fifties. Mock away, young whippersnappers! I will always blast Rancid when I’m feeling pissed off at the world. And even though AWOL Nation is a good second best, nothing can beat Republica when I’m at home alone and in the mood for a dance party of one.
So Jeff, if you’re out there, I was wrong. I hope you still have the same haircut and jacket because they are very cool.
Curious about what everyone else is writing for the A to Z Blog Challenge? Me too! I’m featuring three blogs from my fellow contributors each day. Here are today’s entertaining, lyrical, beautiful, unique, informative, or just plain random discoveries:
I generally present these without comment, but I thought it was quite funny this morning that the blogs I randomly selected all have a common theme. Enjoy!