Knee-Deep In 12-Year Olds…
Okay, there’s too much doom-and-gloom ’round these here parts lately. It’s time to FUNK. IT. UP!
I’m not a regular concert-goer; since attending my first real concert in 1993 (not counting the time my dad took a friend and I to see the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when they were a “rock band” around 1990 or so), I’ve only been to a handful of shows – around 11, according to my count.