This past weekend my oldest and his band had a performance. It was organized by a local singer/songwriter and they were the second of four bands performing at the show. Their band went on at twilight, that magical time just after the sun sets but the sky is still partially illuminated. It was the perfect evening for an outdoor show. Earlier in the day it had been sweltering, but California is a desert, so our nights almost always cool off. This particular night, it cooled to the perfect temperature, where a light sweater is nice, but not necessary. The boys put on a fabulous show, each song better than the last. By the end of their set, it was dark, which set the perfect mood for the acoustic performance of the Foo Fighter’s Everlong, a tribute to the recently deceased Taylor Hawkins.
I marveled as I watched them perform. When they started playing together, they were little boys. Now they’re all young men whose confidence (and skill) has grown with each passing performance. No longer nervously staring down at their hands, willing them to hit the right beats and notes, they are now confident enough in their craft to actually enjoy themselves. They have become true artists. I don’t know what the future holds for these boys and their music, but I do know that when they get up on a stage together, it’s pure magic and I feel blessed that I get to be a part of it.
WOW how exciting!
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