Last night I pushed the bounds of parental responsibility. I took my oldest son (14) to a State Radio concert at House of Blues in Dallas. It was not the show that pushed the boundaries; it was the time at which he returned home. And that time, dear, sweet, gentle reader was, after midnight. Can you hear Eric Clapton playing as you read? Why? You might ask. Well, he had a song called, wait for it….. After Midnight!
And I digress!
So, back to the point, Cade and I have always shared a special musical bond. As a baby, I would always have music playing and to get him to sleep, I would have to stand and rock him to R.E.M.’s “Everybody Hurts”. As he got older, he became fascinated with the cadence and delivery of the Beastie Boys and Red Hot Chili Peppers. Also, much like me, he would connect to certain lyrics and relate them to certain things in his life. Most of what he shared, with me, was songs about fathers and sons, family, etc….
So, for the last fourteen years, I have had the pleasure of expanding his musical horizons and forming this unique bond. I have taken proper measures to not, intentionally, prematurely expose him to inappropriate lyrics or subject matters. At fourteen, he has yet to listen to any of my old school rap CD’s.
Over the years, we have acquired quite a soundtrack to our lives. He is open enough to initially listen to anything I play and independent enough to make his own informed decision of good or bad music. Oddly enough, we tend to agree more than not. The one glaring difference is the current radio friendly Pop and R&B music that he likes. The difference there is more of an age and experience thing. I’ve got Milli Vanilli to live down and he, too, will have his musical regrets.
Here is where I really get to the point!
The concert began at 8:00 and the Austin, Texas band Full Service, relatively promptly, took the stage and played an interesting 30 min. set. Their sound was a combination of bombastic rock and quirky, yet endearing, stage personality. After the first few songs, I warmed up to their sound. However, 30 minutes was just enough time. The kazoo song was funny and interactive with the crowd.
The same thing cannot be said for the second opening act, American Fang. This band, out of Houston, Texas was torturous at best. The lead singer pranced around and screamed while the skinny leg jean guitarist struck customary rock posses and feigned indifference to the crowd. The music was redundant and lacked creative merit.
State Radio was great and played about an hour and fifteen minutes and did a commendable job of offering tracks from each of their three full length albums. Cade knew the words to every song and sang along while taking pictures and recording video with his phone. This was our second time to see State Radio and Cade’s second concert. You might recall, from a previous blog, that I took him to Austin City Limits Music Festival a few months back.
So, last night, I kept my son out late, on a school night, and then, fed him McDonald’s at midnight. Not exactly a Father Knows Best type move, but for one more day, I was still cool and relevant to him. We shared an experience that I won’t forget and hope that he, too, holds dear.
And, yes, he got another State Radio T shirt and a CD. I might be totally irresponsible, but I’m not a jerk.
Great music awaits!