February 8, 2010 by esarsea
I am a long standing fan of The Who. In my opinion they have produced some of the greatest music ever recorded. Who’s Next is probably in the Top 25 of my all time favorite rock albums. I think Tommy was a masterpiece, and Quadrophenia was brilliant.
That being said, watching Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend perform during the halftime of yesterday’s Superbowl was depressing. I experienced a strange mix of detachment, sadness and an increased awareness of my own mortality. Not even the flashy illuminated stage and obligatory pyrotechnic display were capable of shaking me out of my sense of doom-and-gloom.
The Who announced their 1st, “Farewell Tour” 28 years ago in 1982, just 4 years after Keith Moon’s death. 1 studio, 9 live, and 12 compilation albums later, (not to mention John Entwistle’s death in 2002), The Who have tour dates booked well into 2010.
I don’t begrudge Roger and Pete’s desire to continue performing. It’s most likely more of a symptom of my state of mind than it is anything else. I’ve found myself aging vicariouly through my rock and roll heros for some time now, but this one really hit me. Hit me behind blue eyes if you will.
I know, I apologize for that one…but I just had to work that reference in here somehow.
This too shall pass, I know. I’ll gradually pull out of this funk and embrace being a balding, slightly overweight, 50-something grandfather of 3 who now needs reading glasses. After all, I am a lucky guy; married to my best friend who continues to be my soulmate after 23 years. She doesn’t often visit this blog, but if she does I know she’ll tell me (very matter-of-factly) to knock it off, and get my shit together. Yeah, she’s like that…and I wouldn’t have it any other way.