The Police and Elvis Costello Will Have to Wait.

I'm digesting the Elvis Costello and The Police concert on Saturday night and coming to grips that I'm older. They're older, I'm older and so are the other concert goers with gray hair, wrinkles, lots of wrinkles and, in an instance or two, canes. One grandmotherly type creepily sprayed a portion of her hair pink. I'm in shock.

Figuratively, I knew all these concert goers years ago drinking in the parking lot, tight jeans, tans, leather mini-skirts and puffy 80's hair. Wow, has my generation changed, and for the better in some ways now that I think about it. Nonetheless, I could imagine them from another time. In short, too much to write about now as I'm exhausted but it was an incredible time and probably one of the best, well-performed concerts that would put contemporary artists to shame. I'm a fan.