While driving home from a wedding a few years ago, our son Andrew and I were talking about a song on the radio. He started describing the video for the song, talking about why it worked well. He was pretty insightful.
I asked Andrew what he wanted to do.
Be in music somehow.
Like a producer? Like for records? Or for concerts?
He had no connections to any bands. He hadn’t been to many concerts. He didn’t hang out backstage anywhere. He doesn’t play anything. He doesn’t sing. He played the trumpet for four years, but quit in high school when he got braces. He’s not a big public guy. He’s pretty shy, pretty laid back. He’s the nice kid, the guy that is nice to have around. He’s the designated driver. He’s the “clean the bathroom at work after no one else would do it” guy.
That night in the car, he–and I–had no reason to believe that he would actually end up in the music business.
He has, however, learned how to make statements and ask questions.
“Can I interview you for an article?”- That got him a conversation with Jordan, a guy who is a band. And an article in the university paper. And an invitation to take pictures.
“This would make a great place for a concert!” – That was looking at a small gym by the concession stand he ran for the summer. That comment led to a concert for some indy local bands, with someone else acting as the show promoter.
“He didn’t get paid. It wasn’t fair.” – That was looking at how the money got distributed following the concert. His now friend Jordan didn’t get his share of the gate. The promoter took his money off the top.
So last Saturday night, Andrew bought a concert.
He made a list. He stuffed money into envelopes and took off for the venue. The money was from his own bank account. The posters and the photos and the distribution of the posters were from his camera and mac and car. The venue arrangements and sound and lights and food for the bands were from his phone and debit card. The bands were from Fort Wayne and LA.
And last Saturday night 180 kids showed up and heard great music in a safe place. Last Saturday night, the bands got what was promised and some extra. Last Saturday night, the venue got their full amount and got to sell some concessions. Last Saturday night, some people who helped got paid. Last Saturday night, Andrew put his money back into his account with a little extra.
And last Saturday night, a month before his 22nd birthday, Andrew did what he said he wanted to do when he grows up.
Kids these days. I just don’t know.They are so irresponsible sometimes.
(Did I mention I’m proud of my son?)