Coming of age?

When did that happen? When did we start taking taxi to a concert, wearing a nice blazer (M) and high heels (me), expecting to comfortably recline in our pre-booked seats, sip wine and watch the show?

Luckily, the last part didn't happen (yet), since also in a seated concert hall (which, by the way, was quite a sight in itself, United Palace), the New Yorkers jump up from their seats on the first tunes and dance (and take iPhone pictures).

Anyway, I guess Foster The People (the band we saw tonight) has something to say about just these thoughts