Between songs, guitarist/vocalist Tom DeLonge takes good-natured potshots at himself for how few chords he uses; for not being able to watch Game of Thrones with his wife because he doesn’t want to invite comparison to a certain well-endowed character. Dudes were so primed to rechristen the Hollywood Hard Rock the Hollywood Hard Cock that the basement sale double entendre itself feels like a premature climax. And when the crowd erupts at the word that the band will be playing “Online Songs” for the first time in more than twenty years, bassist/vocalist Mark Hoppus says, “You cheer like that’s a good thing. But we’re gonna fuck it up pretty bad.”

Mark Hoppus performing last night at the Hard Rock Live.
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The band performed in a set designed to look like a flyer festooned on a 200-capacity club.
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Fans showed up with their handmade signs to the Blink-182 concert.
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God bless them for keeping the torches burning for their influenced — see the Fugazi, TSOL, and Bad Religion stickers on DeLonge’s guitar or drummer Travis Barker recently giving Minor Threat props by recreating the Complete Discography cover on a trip to D.C.— but the idea that Blink-182 is merely some “crappy” punk band (as the chryon during a goofy recorded intro by UFC hype man Bruce Buffer labeled them) is absurd. This band has survived breakups, interpersonal drama, cancer (Hoppus), and a plane crash (Barker) — and, rather than let that defeat or destroy them, it has channeled the scars and struggle into something transcendent and multifaceted.
All of which is to say, the show at the Hard Rock Live in Hollywood, Florida, was a celebration of life and living, of change and the miracles we can conjure when led by integrity and perseverance. The crowd definitely knew this. And Blink-182 clearly knew it, too — even if they were perhaps loath to admit it.
If this is growing up, may we all age so gracefully.