Concertgoers did not run through the opened gates for Wednesday’s Boston concert at the LC Pavilion.

Instead, they walked ?— nonchalantly — as if remembering a similar concert from another time.

I was easily outnumbered by baby boomers who?proudly wore vintage Boston T-shirts and chain necklaces or nearly-worn-through tie-dye. But this?isn’t the ’70s anymore, when the rock ‘n’ roll band started. Once-young faces were aged next to mother-daughter, father-son pairs.

Guitarist Scotty Bratcher opened the show with a 45-minute set that boasted guitar solos and long intros. I drowned in the long instrumentals and blues-inspired chord progressions.

The humid air that had crawled on my skin all day suddenly lifted, something for which I blame Boston. The band lifted spirits, too, as it walked on stage.

Earlier, I heard a few concertgoers humming the lines to “Smokin’,” which they had predicted correctly to be in the set ?— but only after the opener, “Rock and Roll Band.”

By “Feelin’ Satisfied,” nobody in the LC was still sitting on a blanket.

Guitarist and songwriter?Tom Scholz hadn’t said a word up until he was ready to introduce a new song that was a namesake to the band’s upcoming album: “Life, Love & Hope.”

Once?the intro started, I no longer felt so out of place. I might only be in my 20s, but just like?everyone else there, I was hearing?this song for the first time.

Boston kept its traditional, rock ‘n’ roll vibe with smooth vocals, but fused it with a new rhythm.

Everyone around me acted like they had heard it a million times, and I could understand why. The song seemed comforting but refreshing all at once.

Jewel-toned lights poured out over the audience, and when “Amanda” began to play in the middle of the 21-song set, I was jealous my name wasn’t Amanda.

I connected to Tommy DeCarlo’s waving hands and flips of the tambourine during “The Launch.”

I loved the entire attitude of the band. It was not just a washed up rock ‘n’ roll band.

Despite their lost members, when “More Than a Feeling” began to play, I stood entranced, and I could tell in the eyes of the people around me that others were, too.

Scholz transitioned into an instrumental, proudly wearing an Ohio State gray cut-off.

Stage lights circled and showed a man playing an air guitar solemnly along to “A New World.”

When the band had started, I wrote down Boston’s start time at 9 p.m., but I was so lost by the time the last song, “Foreplay,” ended that I forgot to write down an end time.

The lights turned off, but only for a split second. The band predicted an encore, and, once again, delighted me with guitar and keyboard melodies in “Party.”

As I walked out of the concert gates, I slowed down my pace to that of those entering a few hours before.

It didn’t matter that it was a Wednesday night and I had to get up early the next day. All that mattered was the joy I found in Boston.