As is my annual tradition, I enter the living room during the Super Bowl only during strategic moments: when hubby calls me to watch a funny commercial, when the half time show begins, and during the last few moments of a close game.
So, this year’s middle aging half time show was performed by The Who, a band that I listened to regularly, if not attentatively, during parties and “other” memorable gatherings with friends. At first, I feared Roger Daltry was a bit short of breadth, and I just couldn’t get over how much he looked like an accountant, all dressed up to go to the disco and order a Mai Tai. Townsend looked a little more like a gracefully aging-perhaps still stoner-rock star, but I did notice that he wasn’t always in tune with a few lyrics.
Yet, I thoroughly enjoyed the show, the spectacle, of it all. How could I not enjoy a concert that was especially meant to tug on my emotional memories, and those of “my generation”–(a song played at least during one commercial so far) ?
Afterward the way too brief half time show, I went to the web to investigate this band I hadn’t thought about in eons, but their official website was so clogged with traffic, I had to make due with Wikipedia. Then I went to Itunes to download a few songs (the 2010 Annie Em is constantly on the look out for running music, and hey, The Who, who knew?), and the Itunes store, too, was overloaded with folks like me. Their Greatest Hits album is already highlighted as a best seller…
I guess I’m not the only person who is buying music rather than watching The Game (hubby is rooting for the Saints, so that woo-hoo I just heard might be good news for those who like the underdogs?).