Old Guy in the Club

A week ago, I saw Forest Swords and How to Dress Well at U Street Music Hall.  Great show — really looking forward to How to Dress Well’s upcoming album — but that’s not what I’m writing about.

While looking around before the show started, I realized, not for the first time, I was the “old guy in the club”:

When my father was my current age, I was 22. I couldn’t help but smile thinking of the image of my father, inevitably wearing a rumpled suit and tie, at one of the punk shows I was frequenting at the time. He would not have lasted two minutes.

Of course, I never thought of my father as enjoying music in general. I had been told that he once had, and there was always a stereo in the house, but I do not remember ever seeing him listening to music on his own. He must have outgrown his interest.

However, every once in a while, he would pull out a binder of old swing band records and play a few for my brother and me. The highlight was always Will Bradley and his Orchestra‘s “Celery Stalks At Midnight”:

The falsetto shout of “celery stalks along the highway” near the end of this instrumental cracked us all up every time.