I wasn’t necessarily aiming for the Auntie of the Year award. In December, 2014, when tickets to the Maroon 5 “Maps” tour went on sale, I snagged two great seats, one for me and one for my 17-year-old niece. Living in rural Iowa, it would be a trip to Chicago and her first concert. The experience of attending the concert made me reflect on my own first concert in the mid-1980s. Back then, I was an awkward 13-year-old, and fist pumping to the beat was the epitome of cool.
Thirty years later, some parts of the concert experience remained the same:
- The audience consisted mostly of groups of girlfriends—from tweens to adult 40-somethings, all defining themselves for the evening by their affiliation with the band and with each other.
- Girls of all ages had saved up their allowance, babysitting money, or spare cash to buy concert t-shirts, which they quickly changed into in the ladies’ room, for photos before and during the show.
- The people who appeared to take the greatest joy from the experience were those busting a move like no one was looking—dancing and singing along at their seats, in the aisles, and in the concourse.
One big thing was different—the phones in everyone’s hands and pockets. During the band’s break, the house lights went down and Adam Levine asked the audience members to shine their lights in unison. As the United Center lit up like the Fourth of July and a collective gasp was heard, we were suddenly all roadies, all a part of each other’s experience, all sitting at the Cool Kids Table.
So since it happened, thanks, Maroon 5, for making me Auntie of the Year.