The Reggae Concert and the unseen behaviors of the upper-middle class

Last night, a good friend and I found out about a concert that was held downtown. It was supposed to be "the most popular reggae group of Central Florida". I know what you're thinking, Why didn't you immediately jump at that opportunity? I have no idea, but we decided we'd go there as a last resort. After eating dinner, we decided that there wasn't anything else exciting happening, so we'd head out to the concert. Expecting a few dozen Jamaican-loving people, we were surprised to see multitudes of folks sitting on the lawn, clapping and jiving to impressive covers of "Hotel California" and "Killing me Softly". Moreover, these were not just young people, they were certified AARP, upper-middle class white folk. And they liked it. They got into it. It was kind of awkward to see a middle-aged grandmother, obviously under the influence of some substance, gyrate off-rhythm with a young Jamaican, Bob Marley-look-a-like. Based off hearing inappropriate innuendos, we were pretty sure we sat next to a group of fifysomethings who constituted a swingers' group. The music was actually good, I became a more well-rounded person because of the experience. But the excitable audience was somewhat off-putting.