“This is sleepy music, mama…” I hear from my four-year-old
in the back seat.
“You’re right, baby.
I’m too tired to listen to this right now…”
As I reach for my purse, a swell of strings delicately flows
from the speakers of the family van. The van
that would soon be carrying us eastward toward The Mountain. As this thought crosses my mind, I am
overcome with excitement. My favorite
band, my favorite place… in eager anticipation I find the new disc – the
download because my husband and I could not wait for our pre-ordered CD to come in
the mail… I pull out the plain silver disc, donned only by my own handwriting and shove it in the slot on my dash. My hands carry my finger to the advance button; I push the tracks forward to number seven….
Immediately, my son says, “Ok. This is rock-n-roll, mama. This is a rock-n-roll song.” Ten seconds later, “Is this
Warren Haynes?”
Yeah, that’s my boy.
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