Your age is showing.

 Last night, my son took me out to a "Emo" concert at the local music stage.  To explain:  This was a tribute group called the All-American Throwbacks (the name a tribute to one of those emo bands, the All-American Rejects), who bill themselves as a "pop-punk-emo- party band".  My son had to help me overcome a misconception: my brain equated "emo" with "goth", and while there are some mixing points, they are not the same.  Not near so hard, usually; tending towards the emotional rather than the nihilism of goth.  In other words, emo has a far greater chance of being enjoyed by Mr and Mrs America.

On the way in, we ran into one of my son's co-workers- after theat, I became, "the Old Man."  A nickname I have worn before, so not a bother to me.  However, the dude was right: I heavily skewed the age curve at the event.

Another distinguishing mark was the looks you got going on here.  The guys, with a few exceptions- and even fewer extreme exceptions- were basically normal.  The girls were quite another story.  I don't remember seeing green hair, but purple and pink were dominant colors, and red and at least one orange were in evidence. A good 20% of the girls that filed past our spot in front of the stage had black lipstick; most were pierced at one spot or another; around 85% were wearing as tight of outfits as they could keep from popping off, a good three quarters had some sort of mesh, topped off by one lady (KC siad she was a bartendress) who wore an outfit I called "netting and nothing."

Sadly, the younger they were, the more likely they were to be obese to one extent or another.  There was a time I would have been on the fringes of my element there... those days, I guess, are gone.  At one point, the lead singer stopped and asked, "How many of you are 80's kids?" (Obviously, he was leading in to playing 1985 by Bowling For Soup).  Then on through the decades to the 2010s.  I guess I shouldn't be too upset I never heard a question about "1960s kids"; even KC only made the 80s (1989).  Put me in mind, when that song hit the line, "...and music still on MTV", I told KC this week MTV went off the air for good.

These guys do put out- three hours playing with a 15 minute break in the middle.  I actually amazed KC when I told him that I counted 12 songs I knew  at first break (I ended up with 25, plus 32 times being struck by a bouncing girl's backside- probably 15 of them on just 2 songs- and had my foot stepped on four times.).

The band were true showmen, with all but the bass player singing at one point or another, a guitar duel to Weezer's Beverly Hills, a "wheel of next song" (won by Paramore), and at one point, the drummer-turned singer picking the nose of the singer turned second lead guitar.  The backdrop screen often played chopped up versions of videos to the original, along with animations and the occasional lyric.

Now mind you, my version of "dancing" involves swaying, occasional clapping, but never do the feet move.  Thus it was that at the break, I found re-learning to walk was a necessity, and I went to bed rubbing Vicks into my calves.  My only problem was the two songs I liked the best were the ones they did (IMHO) the worst jobs on; KC's problem was they didn't do any Hawthorne Heights.

On the bright side, unlike the last show I went to with KC (Everclear, Local H, and the forgettable Marcy Playground), I didn't come home with ringing ears and a next-day mini-concussion; still, I'm thinking that maybe a Jersey Boys show might just be more my speed!