Kanye in the Marquee

JAYSUS! I'm getting old... way too old. Went to see Kanye in the Marquee in the Phoenix park. Thankfully the crowd was pretty young so was able to park on Chesterfield Ave., but the lashings of rain weren't pretty.
Anyways, it was odd. The "Marquee" reminded me of the Duffys Circus big top and the acoustics were a bit weird as the sound bounced all over the place. I was surprised at my carry-on though or lack thereof. I've lost the appetite for the old push and shove that goes on in the crowd.
Back in the day I'd be up for it big style. As soon as the crowd starts to jump, push your way through them while they're up in the air to get as close as possible to the front. I was once within striking distance of Coolio. But last night was just bizarre. Normally someone hits me and I really shove them back, or give them a sly dig in the ribs as they brush past me. You know the spot; right under the oxter, where it really hurts, but last night I was actually making space for people to get by me. And I could feel my legs burning after an hour, and my lower back was at me, and I thought I was going to wet myself if I jumped too much and I not having had a shed load of the old WCC. I was stone cold Steve Austin, I mean sober. Granted the ten billion suicides that our bball coach made us do last night didn't help with the aching legs but still... wtf???
And then it hit me... I'm getting old and lazy and cranky. Fluck sake! I was thinking I'd actually rather be sitting upstairs in the Olympia in those tiny poxy seats than grooving in the crowd to Kanye. Ah jebus! Plus there was a gang of rowdy TALL lads beside and in front of me who lit up and were waving their arms and fags like they just didn't care and I couldn't let go as I was afraid I'd go up in a puff of smoke.
For a man who buried his mother last week, Kanye was pretty good but still I thought there was something missing... I just didn't feel the love. I wasn't getting down tonight. Was it him or was it me? The only saving grace was Common... and he was wasted on the obnoxious teenagers who brought handbags and backpacks to the concert, all the better to hit me in the stomach with, who were waving their phones at the stage when he said "show me some light"... fluck I'm pushing on!