Thirty Seconds to Mars

Here’s a fun fact: Next year Jared Leto will turn 40. For those of us who hear his name and still think first of pretty boy Jordan Catalano, this is a bit of a mindfuck. Even more so, however, when you consider that 15 years after the cancellation of My So-Called Life broke the hearts of middle schoolers from Medina to Miami, Leto is still pandering to the same demographic. Occasionally sporting mascara, a pink mohawk that makes him look like a candy-coated rooster and the sleeveless-glove-painted-nail combination that is catnip to the pre-teen set, Leto’s late-career turn as frontman for the high-sheen screamo outfit Thirty Seconds to Mars means that after decades spent brooding in front of crowds and cameras, he’s still never had to endure the indignity of being beloved by someone his own age. With Middle Class Rut. CALEB HANNAN

Tue., Jan. 18, 7:30 p.m., 2011

 
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