on September 26, 2012
When I was a child, music was everything. When I wasn’t listening to my albums, my nose was in a book. When my nose wasn’t in a book, I was sitting on the porch with the boom box listening to cassettes. Yes, I am that old. But my point is, music and books have always been my thing.
Fast forward twenty-five years and it’s like watching my childhood be relived by a taller, prettier version of my 13 year old self.
My daughter has always been into music. As she should be since I was a full time disc jockey while I was pregnant with her. I’d swear she tapped along to the beat of Garth, George, and Alan throughout the day. At two weeks old she attended a Bellamy Brothers Concert. At nine months, she saw Keith Urban for the first time. Age 8, her first Nickelback show.
But now she’s found her own music. Bands I’d never heard of. Songs I don’t know. And she’s just as passionate about them as I was about Def Leppard, Bon Jovi and most any other 80s hair band you could think of. She’s been lamenting missing the Warped Tour since last spring. (She was out of town when they passed through here.)
My first thought is “Who would take you to Warped Tour??” But then I remember my mom sitting through (read: sleeping through) Loverboy for me when I was 11 years old. My dad driving my sister, my friends, and I half way across Ohio to see Def Leppard. And sitting through countless other hard rock shows when he was a die-hard Country music fan.
My parents did that for me and now I will do the same for my daughter. I purchased two tickets for the All Time Low concert in November. I didn’t tell her, I just bought them, printed out the tickets, then showed her when I got home.
She screamed then started to cry. Best. Present. Ever.
Would you take your kids to a rock (or rap) show? Did anyone do something like this for you? Ever gotten a present that made you burst into tears?