Grandpa Mojo isn’t telling (yet), and you’re going to be all mysterious about it (I’m guessing between 38 and 50, right?) that would make me the eldest, and undoubtedly wiseasst of you all!
Hey Mikey: How are those chickens? Par-boiled yet in the heat? No mystery about it. Let's put it this way: I was picked up by the police en route to the original Woodstock concert with guitar in tow. I was hitch-hiking across NY State at the ripe old age of 13. So that wouild make me ... old, and barely holding in your estimated range of ages.
I'm trying to remember my
first concert; I missed Hendrix at Woodstock, so that doesn't count. I remember Mountain at the Utica Zoo, and Marshall Tucker/Charlie Daniels on a community college gymnasium floor, but I was into jazz well before rock, so I know that I missing a few. [brain cells or concerts; take your pick].
And, yes, Mikey: You'll always be hands-down the wiseasst of all.