You know you're getting old when the pop stars of your youth have children old enough to be pop stars. As a critic, it gives you a very Statler and Waldorf vibe even before you reach the venue: you just know you're going to be in your seat, muttering incoherently about "these kids today" and their sorry excuse for music, vehemently demanding that they get off your lawn.

Across the Ist-a-Verse