Mad World
I remember with clarity most of the events in my life when my parents did something to embarrass me. I also remember there were times when it seemed that all adults were a bit "off". Usually these types of outlandish behavior would occur at venues where music was being played. The offense, clapping of the hands and wild gestures, usually accompanied with singing... Things got even crazier when they would turn to me and want me to join in. I didn't get it. Didn't they realize they were all crazy?
Well, apparently its a disease that comes with age. Flash forward 20 years and I would have to admit that I have this bug, and so did most of all my peers in attendance at the Tears for Fears concert.
Little did I realize that my straight brethren could boogy down as good as the predominantly gay crowd at the Erasure concert. Who would have thunk it. Here we were a crowd of 40 something's, all dancing, singing and waving our hands in the air.
I didn't realize it at the time but TFF had a lot more memorable hits than I could remember. With a great opener put on by Gary Jules, who is mostly what you would term an Indie Folk Artist on an acoustic guitar, the night only got better from there.
Once TFF took to the stage everyone stood up for the next hour and a half as they recanted their musical history to one of the most excitable crowds I've ever been with. It was a show worth catching. As the night wore on I had to ask myself - has it really been 20 years? Are the anthems of my youth relegated to the easy listening stations on my radio dial? Who knows for sure - right? That night we rocked it like we did back in the day... those heady days of crazy hair, accent makeup, excessive jewelry and the feeling that the night would never end. Hats off to you Roland and Curt, you haven't lost the mojo.
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