They Might Be...Grown Up

Last night Paul and I went to see They Might Be Giants at the House of Blues downtown. We hadn't seen them in concert in probably 10 years or more, and I'd lost track of some of the off-path things they'd been doing, including their last few albums. I've loved them since high school, but was expecting to feel a little out of place in it all these days.





But it turns out the concert was much needed, more than I'd expected. They've grown up (they're in their early 50's) and have families. They still sound the same, so talented, and they played so many of the old favorites. In the middle of it all, I realized how much my "worries" of today are SO MUCH DIFFERENT than my worries of the day of Birdhouse In Your Soul 20 years ago. They're different in a way that I'd have hoped (the astronaut process,the mom thing, that Paul and I are still together, and so much more).










And I just stepped out of the concert feeling lighter overall, like a reminder to stop taking myself so seriously and just let go a little.
I think the business of the last few
weeks has had me holding on very tightly, trying to control as much as possible in getting it all done. Wow, talk about noisy!!!! And unsustainable. I usually try to catch myself and stop it when it happens...but sometimes it takes an outside source :)


I love music. And keeping up with TMBG all these years evokes probably the same feeling as other bands do in folks from previous generations too. It's an indicator we are all growing up.

And this is how it goes...it sure is a different time than 20 years ago, but it's a sign that music is timeless and I'm so thankful for that. This must be how our parents must feel, and Anna someday you'll get it too!




So grateful for TMBG!