I spent many years — decades and decades — either performing for or attending musical events throughout the greater San Francisco Bay Area.
Starting in my teens and lasting until I moved first to Europe and eventually to Ananda Village, late nights were the rule and a wide variety of music venues were my most accustomed milieu.
But today I’m faced with the reality that all that is very much in the past. Last night’s hour and a half drive to Chico and then another hour and a half to get home again — on a weeknight, no less! — left me pretty much wiped out all day long.
The concert and the night out with friends was a lot of fun, but I’m fairly confident we won’t be in a hurry to repeat it.
Huh. Maybe this is how I know I’m getting old. 🤔