And I'm not just picking on VH1. It just seems that that is where this particular thing happens more than other places.
I am talking about, of course, seeing a 1970's era rock band performing in concert. Don't get me wrong...the music is still pretty good and usually well performed. The problem with the performance is the physical appearance of the band members. Some of these guys are in their seventies and maybe eighties. And you know what? More power to them for being able to put on a good performance at that age but...
...It's just damned depressing to see them plagued with the ravages of aging because it is an "in your face" reminder to those of us who grew up with these performers that we are getting on in age, ourselves. I like the music and I certainly appreciate the energy and effort put into it but it just brings me down at the same time. I hate to admit it but I'm being honest here.
Example: I saw Emerson, Lake & Palmer in the late 1970's on their "Works" tour. They were an incredible act. Three guys with an absolute warehouse full of equipment on stage (well, except for Greg Lake who made do with just the one bass guitar). Keith Emerson had a mountain of keyboards and a really cool portable keyboard that he wore slung around his neck like a guitar that would blast a jet of smoke or fog out the end with a super bright light. And Carl Palmer had a dense spiderweb of drums, gongs, cymbals and other percussionist stuff that surrounded him so thoroughly that I still don't know how he got in and out of it.
Well, I just saw a 2010 performance on one of those odd music channels like VH1 by ELP and it was at once nostalgic, beautiful and disturbing. The music was performed nearly flawlessly especially with the same flamboyance that I remember from Emerson and Palmer. But they were clearly as old looking as they are in a strictly chronological sense. Greg Lake was probably double the weight that he was thirty years ago where Emerson was withered and Palmer was kind of saggy looking when he took off his shirt during the inevitable drum solo.
So the thing is...it's depressing to see these things because it reminds me of my own mortality. I don't mean that it reminds me that I'm going to die. I mean it reminds me in a most personal way that I'm a shadow of my formal physical self. It underscores the multitude of cues that I daily ignore: My bifocals, the hearing aid for my left ear that I refuse to wear, the arch supports that I wear, etc.
I'm still a strong and vital person but I'm not a kid anymore and damn it, I resent it. Watching the rock and roll performers of my younger days while inspiring (that they can still do it) just hits a little too close to home and, yeah, it's a bit of a downer. I'm happy but I'm just not happy to be on the downhill side of life. Older, wiser and wealthier only goes so far.