Rolling back the rock of ages

At a time when live music is no more, the yearning to recapture that lost rush can be overwhelming – especially when you’re in the ‘wrong’ age bracket

Johanna Gohmann: ‘I long to stand in a tight crowd, uncomfortably holding my own coat, and cheer on someone in velvet pants, salvation blasting through me via electric guitar’. Picture: Harry Zernike

The last concert ticket I purchased before Covid-19 crushed its diseased, spiky red boot over everything was to see folk-rocker Mondo Cozmo. It cost $18, and was to be held at Rough Trade, a smallish venue in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I bought a single ticket, as I knew that if I invited any of my middle-aged friends to a concert in Williamsburg on a Monday night, they’d blink at me like I’d just asked if they ...