by juliacsmith
On Saturday night, thanks to my friend Emily, I witnessed something smashing: a rock concert by Young@Heart.
The show started like many others: the lights dimmed, the curtain raised, and a short video was projected onto a screen. (It featured media clips from around the world; apparently Europe long ago caught onto this phenomenon and the US is just catching up.)
The screen went dark, s l o o o w l y raised, and revealed—this is where it gets interesting—a choir of seriously golden folks who proceeded to seriously sing and groove, accompanied by a five-piece band (and assisted by a burly, tattooed percussionist who made sure the brakes on one singers’ wheelchair were always set), for the next hour or two.
It was all very polished: the first act (for which the choir wore buttoned-up blue shirts) began with a
