90s Bands Aged Like Wine, Fans Like Warm White Claw
by Cocerts Are My Happy Place on 7/14/25Meadow Brook Amphitheatre - Rochester HillsRating: 4 out of 5Let me set the scene: a warm Michigan night, a crowd of enthusiastic Gen Xers dusting off their vintage tees, too-small halter tops, and awkwardly fitted slashed block tops that looked like they escaped from a frat party in 1998; paired, of course, with some truly questionable dance moves. The concert lineup? Pulled straight from a beloved CD wallet circa 1995.
What could go wrong? (Spoiler: several things. But it was still great.)
First up: the Spin Doctors. This was my first time seeing them live. Full disclosure: I spent most of the '90s loathing them and aggressively changing the station any time Two Princes came on, which was roughly every 14 minutes. But let me tell you, the Spin Doctors were awesome. Like, legitimately delightful. Infectious energy, great musicianship, and just the right amount of goofiness. Either they got better or I’ve matured. (Let’s assume both. Personal growth and good music are good for the soul.)
Next came the Gin Blossoms. I’ve seen them before, the last time was 15+ years ago in Tempe, Arizona, where they gave off strong “it’s our hometown crowd and we’re just happy to be here” energy. This time? They absolutely crushed it. Confident vocals, tight instrumentals, and a setlist that felt like being wrapped in a flannel blanket of nostalgia. It was like they traveled through time, skipped their awkward phase, and reemerged fully polished. Who knew aging like a fine wine was part of their schtick?
Then came Blues Traveler. I’ve seen them many times and they’ve never let me down. John Popper’s harmonica is still, according to my teenager, an American treasure, and they sounded fantastic. The only catch? Their set was oddly short...so short that my teenager, kept asking in a very disappointed tone “Wait, are they coming back out?” They didn’t. And while quality beats quantity, a few more songs wouldn’t have hurt.
Now for the wildcard of the evening: the audience. The crowd was a spirited sea of Gen Xers living their best (albeit drunkest) night of their lives, many of whom acted as if they hadn’t been to a concert, or maybe even out of the house, since the early 2000s. At one point, I watched a very determined man treat a stand of trees as if it personally offended him. He snapped off branches because they dared block his view and then, naturally, wandered straight into a patch of poison ivy in pursuit of a VIP bar shortcut. Over the course of the night, several others followed his lead like tipsy lemmings into the off-limits, poison ivy–filled natural area. If there’s an itch-based karma, it’s already on its way.
In addition to the people wandering for the VIP bar or shortcut to the bathroom, I also saw more than one guy take a detour into the woods for… let’s call it a nature break. Nothing says “responsible adult” like peeing behind a bush while holding a $14 hard seltzer. You do you, Michigan.
As for the venue: Meadow Brook Amphitheater is lovely, truly, it’s a charming, tree-lined spot with a great lawn and solid vibes, but let’s be honest: it’s no Pine Knob. While the setting feels intimate and laid-back, the amenities leave something to be desired. Food options were limited (unless you’re passionate about pretzels and cheese sauce that glows in the dark), and the restrooms definitely could’ve used a mid-show refresh or five. Honestly, the saving grace was Galindo’s Food Truck, which came through with legit tacos that made waiting in line feel almost spiritual. Bless them.
The sound setup, however, needed some TLC. Balance issues, microphone fade-outs, and the occasional “are the drums in a different zip code?” vibe made transitions between bands more jarring than they should’ve been. Let’s just say the sound booth could’ve used a time machine of its own, back to rehearsal and sound check.
All in all, it was a joyful, chaotic, and, for a number of people this week, a slightly itchy good time. The music brought the heart, the crowd brought the personality, and the poison ivy brought the lesson: always stay on the path, and maybe don’t set your phone and your beer down in what is obviously a patch of poison ivy. You’re in Michigan! How do you not know what poison ivy looks like? What kind of city kid nonsense is this?