I went to see Fat Boy Slim last week and it was great. The music was fab, although a bit soft at times and the show was strong. We danced about and faced the usual frustrations of queuing for a beer, getting 2 pinters and wondering what the fuck we should do with them as we wanted to dance. A great pre-show time with friends as well as post-show pissed-ness and dancing/jumping about.
My expectation was that I’d be annoyed by it being full of middle-aged suburbanite seeking to relive the youth that they never had. The ones who claim they did it all, all the time with fake nostalgia. Twats like these piss me off but it’s part of being human to think back with rose tinted glasses. Even the roman’s had a latin term for it “memoria praeteritorum bonorum” which means that the past is well remembered (not realistically).
Other examples of this is where people bang on about how things were so much better in the past; things were safe, cheaper and people were more honest and young people had respect. It’s such bollocks and is just a projection of peoples anxiety about being uncertain in the present time where they can look back and feel secure in the certainty that the past has. There is uncertainty in the present and future and we always feel more secure with what is certain.
Anyhoo, there was a diverse age range and fab atmosphere. Some friends recently went to see James and that crowd ticked the mediocre suburban boxes so well to the point I’m shocked they were able to leave the house in case of missing Strictly and their half glass of red. I imagine they had an extra late one, and streamed that shit along with a bit of I’m a Celebrity.
The frustrations of an overthinker 