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
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 ...