Who’s buying these tickets, you ask? Well, don’t be shocked if you catch your uncle Bob, usually seen championing his barbecue skills at family gatherings, sporting a tour T-shirt. Or your Aunt Karen, who’s known to enjoy her Chardonnay a tad too much on Sundays, humming to the tunes of these stars. Indeed, this tour seems to be awakening a dormant rockstar spirit in every middle-aged individual out there.
Reports suggest that middle-aged men have been seen trading in their BBQ sauce recipes for guitar tabs. Local supermarkets are running out of denim, leather, and hair gel. Hair salons are bracing for a sudden surge in mullet haircut requests. There’s an undeniable buzz in the air, and it feels like 1995 again.
Meanwhile, mommy bloggers have dedicated posts to ‘pre-concert detox juice cleanses’ and ‘how to survive a rock concert when you’re in bed by 10 pm’. Facebook groups are sprouting up, discussing the best parking spots and whether it’s cooler to bring a flask or just buy drinks at the venue.
This tour isn’t just a musical escapade; it’s turning out to be a cultural phenomenon.
