This is why my significant baby daddy, Brian, and I—along with two friends—will be going to see the Silversun Pickups, with opening act Foals, perform at Pomona's Fox Theatre this April.
I first saw the Silversun Pickups long ago at Coachella, when I was pregnant with my son who is now 7. I knew they were something special. I can't go to Coachella anymore because you have to go to all three days nowadays, which is economically unfeasible and plus there are these two little people always calling me mommy.
Anyhow, the Silversun Pickups have a female bassist, which is something I have long admired, be it D'Arcy of the Smashing Pumpkins, Kim Deal of the Pixies (a personal favorite—I love her bouncy bass) or Kim Gordon of Sonic Youth.
I play bass myself and know how liberating it is for a woman to strike a chord that makes the room hum.
I'm listening to some brand-spanking-new Silversun Pickups in order to get sonically ready, i.e. be prepared to sing along (quietly, I hope) as I jump to the music.
I'm liking "Cicadian Rhythm." And man, do I wish I looked as cute as Nikki Monniger in a little black dress and that I spent just a quarter of the time she does wielding a bass.
I'm simultaneously accepting and rebranding my current age, which is 41, going on 42. In the original "Bridget Jones Diary," there's a line I like. When Mark Darcy (the delicious Colin Firth) gives Bridget a smakeroo at the end of the movie, she says, "Nice boys don't kiss like that." To which he retorts, heart-flutteringly, "Oh yes, they f***ing do."
And so, when a small part of me says 40-some mums don't go to rock concerts, the best part of me says, "Oh yeas, they f***ing do."
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