It's the transition from playdates to nights out, but it's still leaving home on your bicycle. It's having convictions and something to say, maybe for the first time. It's credos like "Having a party every day/Teenage rock 'n' roll USA," but also "You're not gonna make it/Unless you really, really want to/Good enough isn't good enough." It's living like you've always got star power, invincible and changing colors. It's realizing that not everything an adult says is gospel, and it's feeling so young in a suburb that's barely any older than you. It's holding hands and fluttering hearts. It's bursting through the surface and hurling yourself into the sky. It's noisy, clumsy, staggering, and very difficult to control. It's thumbing your nose at anyone who tries to explain that this will pass, that it's only a mess of reckless abandon, energy, and hormones. It's never aspiring to be a cool older hipster with jaded anhedonia, and it's a steadfast belief that you'll (gulp) never sell out. It's shouting. It's always shouting. It's gonna be awesome. It's Math the Band. With local groups Corner Kick, Pitschouse, and Everybody Weekend. Hollow Earth Radio, 8 pm.