Blink-182 performs at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco during the Outside Lands Music Festival on Aug. 9, 2019. They never really left… Joaquin Cabello/STAFF.

My social media which, I admit is full of old people, lit up the other day with some big, big, BIG music reunion news, the headlines blared.

Rendering: Adam Pardee/STAFF.

“Well, great,” I thought. Gene and Paul are letting Ace and Peter suit up in their KISS underoos one more time. Or Chris Mars is coming back to the Replacements. Or Axl and Slash decided to make nice with Izzy and Steven Adler for another Guns N’ Roses record? Hanoi Rocks, who finally reunited for a one-off a couple weeks ago, must be touring after all? I guess it might be nice to hear Neil Young sing with David Crosby and the fellas again, if they can manage not to beat each other to death with their walkers. OK, I give up, who?

Blink-182. Oh.

You mean the band with the dick jokes and stuffy-nose vocals who made Green Day sound like Radiohead? And the drummer who doesn’t smile with the neck tattoos and is now a Kardashian?

The band whose most memorable lyrics were “na na, na na, na na, na na na … na?”

The band whose guitarist, Tom DeLonge, quit to dedicate his life to looking for UFOs? Which, I admit, was kind of cool … until he tried telling us he went camping with aliens.

That Blink-182?

Huh. So that’s the state of modern rock and roll. It’s so bad, people are losing their minds over a Blink-182 reunion?

Is it really a reunion? DeLonge isn’t even the longest missing member of the group. That honor goes to fired original drummer Scott Raynor. They replaced flying saucer guy 10 years ago (or whenever; he quit a few times, depending on when the men in black were after him) with a guy from Alkaline Trio, another aughts band even less noteworthy. They kept making records that sounded like all the other records that weren’t worth listening to once you turned 16.

To be fair to all those excited 30-somethings, I listened to Mötley Crüe when I was 15. But at least they had a guy who set himself on fire.

Blink-182 released a video for first new single “Edging” this week that started with an announcement of sorts, various people from different walks of life saying something about the band coming.

Yes, it is what they meant. Ha. We’re 50 years old and sing songs about having sex in church. We’re so punk rock.

But we’re charging you a very un-punk rock price for tickets. According to Ticketmaster, prices for the band’s June 22, 2023 at San Jose’s SAP Center range from $399 (dollars) to $1,250 (also dollars).

I wouldn’t pay that much if they could somehow dig up half the Beatles and reanimate them for three hours.

I do understand the love – to a point. I watched the video a couple times. Same band, same sound, same obnoxiousness that’s fine in some bands because it’s at least clever or has point or is genuine or doesn’t accompany bad music. At least they try to have fun, I guess.

I will give them this: Blink-182 was very popular during the end of a great time in music. So there might be a certain association there among otherwise sensible people. Now, it can be argued they helped end that great age of music. But those sounds are a reminder of the late ’90s and early aughts, which were terribly fun and (mostly) still worth listening to.

Will they get those wheelbarrows full of cash for tickets? It’s the Bay Area, which means scores of great music fans having a good laugh at all the silliness. But it’s also the Bay Area, which means lots of people who were 15 when Blink-182 was somehow big enough to headline over Green Day in GD’s own backyard a couple decades ago. Those kids and their warm memories of Blink-182 being special are now adults with more money than they know what to do with. That’s definitely not very punk rock.

Maybe Blink-182 aren’t as dumb as they act.

Follow music critic Tony Hicks at Twitter.com/TonyBaloney1967.