It was a little more than ten years ago. It was a party night. I had gone to a popular club in San Francisco. I am enjoying myself. I look around. Almost everyone is 20 years younger than me. I did not belong.
Blues are my go to. The music rocks, it can be seedy and dive bars are fun places.
I am looking for a blues bar and I can only find jazz clubs. At the second place I try, my neighbour gives me a flyer for a concert being held in a town a few kilometers to the south of the city.
I am at the bar enjoying a beer before the concert. I look around. There is a lot of grey hair.