The rowdy concerts of your youth are dead to you. If you want to show your date that you're real deep and real literate take them to Bowery Poetry Club. You can unpack the complex cacophony of rhyme and figurative language on the subway ride home whilst feeling superior to all the assholes still moshing to whatever "trill" band is playing this week at the pier. (Bonus points if you read your own work - unconditional love if you win a slam poetry competition).