I’m not music aficionado, by any means – I’m pretty easygoing on what’s in my CD changer, am happy having attended just one concert by my favorite bands Linkin Park and Incubus, and inexplicably have not yet bought RHCP’s latest album. But this article in the LAT was interesting to me – not because I did any of this stuff when I was underage, but simply because I’d had no clue this sort of stuff existed for the fake ID-less.
All-ages clubs ‚Äî not empty warehouses or skating rinks or dumpy basements, but proper venues with snazzy sound systems and snack bars full of salty-sweet savories ‚Äî are a relatively new phenomenon. They have cropped up mainly during the last decade and have since become uncannily accurate barometers of what is about to become hot in music. The reason is simple: They provide a safe, alcohol-free place for young people ages 10 to 20 to see the bands they love, something the jaded 21-and-older set takes for granted. This is approximately the same excitable demographic that, according to the Recording Industry Assn. of America, was responsible for more than 20% of all music sales in 2005. They are also the MySpace generation. Through them trends flow like white water.
Later on, the articles goes on to say that both Linkin Park and Hoobastank filtered through a Fullerton club on their way up, and it made me think – why in the world doesn’t Agoura Hills or Calabasas have such a club? Since members of both aforementioned bands came from Agoura Hills High. The closest alternative is the Canoga Hills club. Bleh. Whatever.