DoroteaĪge awareness keeps resurfacing at the three-day Indietracks festival. By the end of Luna’s run, as he details in his memoir “Black Postcards,” he was living the aging rock-star cliché: non-stop gigging, divorced, dating the bass player - read: divorce - playing to likewise aging audiences and occasionally being verbally pummeled with seemingly ageist shout-outs. I’m at the festival to see Wareham, formerly part of the seminal alternative trio Galaxie 500, known for such songs as “Don’t Let Our Youth Go To Waste,” which he wrote prior to leaving the band and forming Luna. A six-hour journey stretches to nearly nine - through haar, sun, two iced latté stops and nonstop motorway tail-backs - before I reach Derbyshire. Those questions are on my mind as I drive south from Scotland. And what is middle age, never mind a well-lived life? Or to simplify: When are you too old to attend - if not headline - Indietracks, an indie-rock music festival set not just in the English countryside, but at the potentially “twee’er than thou” location of a volunteer-run, working railway with museums, a replica Victorian town, steam engines and conductors in period attire? As shouted audience abuse goes - in this case as recounted by musician Dean Wareham - that’s not bad.
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