Dispatches from Blink 182’s intimate benefit show last night at Music Hall of Williamsburg report the ageless pop-punk champions opened their encore with “Carousel,” a cut from their loose and fast 1994 debut Cheshire Cat. Logic suggests that whether this was one of the more memorable three-minute spans of someone’s concert-going experience or just a sweaty start to the end of the night comes down to two factors: (1) a person’s age and (2) their natural reflexes to nostalgia. But logic can be misleading. Last night determined that, though the age-level entry point for Blink 182 fandom has stayed put over the years at around 12 or 13, it’s not contained to one generational pool.
Photographer Nadia Chaudhury and I stopped by Music Hall an hour before doors opened—before the 140-character cries of this being the best night everrrr(!!!!) rang out in bulk and three grown men suspended in their teenage years wreaked havoc—to talk to the fans whose love for the band runs deep, whether or not “Carousel” soundtracked the peak of their hormonal awkwardness in 1994.
P.S. A 22-year-old would’ve been 3 when Cheshire Cat was released.