Day #52: The Cars – “Let the Good Times Roll”
Well, I finally did it! I made it to a Legwarmers show. The Legwarmers, for those that don’t know, are THE local band to see… if you’re a white kid. Because they’re an 80’s tribute band and white kids LOVE the 1980s. Seriously, I’m not exaggerating. The Legwarmers sell out every show they play! (I’m convinced that they single-handedly keep State Theater in business). When white kids hear that the band is going to be in town, they get giddy as school girls and rush out to retail party shops for 80’s gear. I guess it isn’t much different than the urbanites that dress up for a Saturday night at Nick’s Country Bar. But, I’m baffled by this particular phenomena because most of the audience members are my age. Which means they weren’t teenagers until the 90s. So, most everything we remember about the 80s comes from pop culture and old family photos. (Despite the many lessons of teen films, the costume of choice for Legwarmers fans is the 80’s Preppie).
Nicole and Kim have a lot of fun at these shows, especially Nicole, who has the radar for these kind of things. And those guys are exactly the reason I love going to stuff like this. I mean, who doesn’t like standing around dancing to your favorite songs? (Jerks! That’s who!) Especially 80’s songs! The Legwarmers understand that. That is why, save the hour-long intermission and costume change, the setlist of 80’s hits is seamless. There is hardly any banter. If it were just my friends and I at the show, that would be awesome! (The 9 of us would make a pretty decent crowd, no?) Because the one thing I don’t like about a Legwarmers show are the other people there.
I don’t know what it is about a Legwarmers show, but I have never seen so many kids just completely lose their shit (especially with drinks at the price they are). We started out up by the stage, and because Nicole and crew are a little taller than me, I thought I would be relatively well shielded from the racuous audience members as we all squeezed together to see the band. Nope. I got whipped in the face by dozens of wagging ponytails, and then elbowed by the dumb couple next to us who started dancing with each other despite the lack of space between them and everyone else. The girl next to me was so drunk, she started rubbing against me and when I shoved her off, she looked at me like I was the rudest person in the world (and, was probably totally oblivious to what she was doing). Steph and Jen counted at least two instances of drunk couples going at it so furiously that the girls fell over. I knew at least one of the couples they described because they were also going at it in the lobby and then again in the back near where we sat. What is wrong with these people?!
After we left, I got to thinking what kind of 80’s tribute I would put together if I could (and, whether anyone could really rival the Legwarmer’s popularity), and came up with some ideas. But, more on this later.