So I went to a show earlier at the House of Blues – All Time Low, We The Kings, Hey Monday, and Friday Night Boys – and I didn’t buy a shirt. I fully intended to buy a shirt, I really did. But ultimately, I didn’t. I took the Daughter and her friend. I bought the Daughter three shirts – All Time Low, We The Kings, and Hey Monday. The Daughter’s Friend got two. Each band had their own merch table, so I shepherded them from line to line, making sure they got shirts. Then I carried them for the duration of the show.
There may be some questions about why I was at the show at all, since I’m a little older than the target audience for these bands. Probably, most of the kids there thought I was chaperoning. That wasn’t how it went down, though - my buddy Toph found We The Kings and put me on to them early, then I asked for the CD and received it for Father’s Day. The Daughter immediately put it on her ipod and played it 3 times a day, adopting them – whether or not I introduced the band into the house, they became hers. I guess music kind of works like dogs or cats in that way.
So yeah, I guess ultimately I was more there for her than for me, and getting a shirt for her just pushed the thoughts of my getting one out of the way. It still doesn’t mean I was chaperoning.
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