I've always said the one 80's group that I've never seen and still would like to is Hall & Oates. Said it for years. They're finally coming to San Jose -- they have played in the East Bay, but I seriously don't go to Berkeley or Concord if I can help it. It's just not my scene.
So they're finally coming to San Jose with Depeche Mode and it's on my youngest's birthday. So I said to her, "You know how long I've wanted to see them, and you'll probably be off with your friends anyway."
Nope. She wasn't having it.
Now, I said on Twitter to the Psychedelic Furs, who did not have a Northern California show, hey, make a Northern California show. And guess what? They did. At the Fillmore. On the same dang day. Are you KIDDING ME?
The Psychedelic Furs are one of my favorite concerts (with Adam Ant taking the lead.) I just love so many of their songs and they still sound exactly the same and Richard Butler can really still boogie. Love him.
Anyway, come July 25th, I am going to be depressed. Because my 80's self will be thrust into my 90's parenting self. There's all that self-sacrificial stuff of parenting and then, there's this. Oh, but on a happy note, Adam Ant is coming back to the Bay Area twice in one year! He'll be here again in September.
Sometimes, I truly hate adulting. Wait, no. Most of the time, I hate adulting.