Where does a mother of two boys, aged eight and eleven, take her sons for entertainment? Chuck E. Cheese? No. Book reading at a library? Nope. Theme park? Negatory. Baseball game? Not even close. Speed metal gig in a seedy joint in a questionable part of town? Certainly! And stop looking at me like that. I feel it's important to introduce my children to such lyrics as "AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRHEEHHHHEEGGGG" and "LLOOOOOGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH" and "AAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGG" and maybe "kfliiggfflip" even when they're all strung together like that because of the iconic representations that hold particular conventional meanings. Also? It has a funky beat that you can really ska out too. Even though my boys were decked out in their long black shorts, Vans, and SRH t-shirts (that would be Support Radical Habits because I totally do) I did manage to keep them out of the mosh pit. And by keep out I mean making them stand with their mommy. Should it concern me that Boy-Child#2 liked the fact that he could scream during the show and no one could hear him? More importantly, who will sponsor my sign language courses now that I'm completely deaf? You? How 'bout you? Will I have anyone to blame but myself when they one day come home with tribal tattoos, stakes through their ears and OHMYGOD, CD's of this? Who am I kidding. Kids don't buy CDs anymore! They download to their iPods, duh mom! Gaaawwhhhd.
When their set was done, my boys high fived the band members and I hugged a very sweaty drummer*. And the audience was all, "Dude. Who's the mom?". Then we left before the next band came on. Because, did I mention I'm deaf? What?
*My best friend's son and very talented drummer. I've been his pseudo-auntie for 16 years. Gotta support the team even though I was all "you call this music"?
Libra ~ Listen to that nagging voice in your head, now -- it's actually the voice of wisdom.
Huh. And all this time I thought it was my mother. And who do all of the other nagging voices belong too?