My husband, Jared, loves music. It's, as we say, "one of the legs of the table".
On Wednesday morning just before leaving for a botany gig, Jared said, "Joe Rogan has an interview with John Joseph of the Cro-Mags!" He was gleeful as he hopped into the truck for his long drive.
Just in case, here's a dictionary for that name-drop-rich sentence: Joe Rogan - much-much-much-downloaded podcaster, comic, MMA "fanatic" [his word], and a meat-eater [my words, you'll understand in a moment]. John Joseph - singer of hardcore band The Cro-Mags, author, athlete, enthusiastic eater of a plant-based diet. My husband, Jared, the listener - musician, loves old NY hardcore, and loves a good discussion.
I asked how the podcast was. "Good!" he said and then we got busy, busy doing some farm stuff. I will check the podcast out, and let you know.
I love music, too. Mostly because I love to dance. Jared loves music more deeply, I think. He needs it. Daily, probably, would be ideal. Listening, playing, both. Sometimes I take the backseat so Jared can enjoy music. It does his spirit good, and everybody knows a happy, satisfied person is good to be around.
I took a backseat, waaaay back during the Igor and the Red Elvises show at Musikfest last night. I woulda been out there dancin', and I knew my husband was out there doing that very thing. "I hope he's enjoying this show. This is some good, lively stuff!" I thought as Beren (our son) and I sat off to the side and in the back of the tent, one tent behind the performance tent.
Jared and I exchanged text messages - I encouraged Jared to enjoy the show and not worry about us (as best as a flip-phoner can text). I knew he'd be respectfully half-distracted as he wondered how we were doing. Navigating "taking turns" and remaining fair in family life is a big thing for us. I wanted to let him know I was happy, and especially happy if he was happy.
Beren began asking for Papa, and the evening was getting late. He stood up and said, "Let's go find Papa. Where is he? I want to see him."
He clamped his hands over his ears and confidently walked through the crowded tents and up to the stage. I lingered, watching the band and glancing at the writhing crowd, not trying too hard to find Jared. Instead, I brought Beren to get chocolate covered frozen fruit at Zuzu Confections. I thought the sweets might prop Beren up and buy Jared a few more songs (and possibly a hyper bedtime, but oh well).
It didn't really work. Bedtime was nigh. The people at Zuzu's were so kind to a tired kid. A second round of text message were exchanged. The band's first set wound down, Jared emerged from the crowd energized and telling us how he'd like to see the band again, We headed home all happy.