Horns of a Dilemma, and all that.
My oldest son and I were talking the other night. "I've never gotten into the Beatles," he said.
This is interesting because he hated my bluegrass music and now has it all copied to his Ipod. Turns out, "Old Crow, Medicine Show" is cool on campus, and his parents were ahead of the curve.
He has all my Hendrix ripped, as well as my Zeppelin and Beastie Boys. (Yeah, I said "Beastie Boys)
While he doesn't understand why I get all misty when Eva Cassidy sings "Somewhere over the Rainbow" he has decided that Dad has some decent music here and there, but the Beatles? Now comes the Dee Limma...
I have tickets to the Tennessee Theater Friday night to see "1964 The Tribute"...But there is a conflict. The oldest son and I are supposed to drive to Mrs. Creek's Family's reunion that night(She and youngest son will already be there). We can still make it if we go to "1964" but we'll miss happy hour in East Flat Rock, NC and will get there around midnight.
Now...I saw the Beatles live in Memphis. My Son will never get that chance. I took him to see the current Allman Brothers Band and later, to see Government Mule and now those two bands of my youth are on his Ipod. He bought me my first Dave Mathews CD. 1964 the Tribute is not John Lennon or Paul McCartney. I have a 1958 Gretch Duo Jet guitar that I plug in and play way too loud and I sound just like George Harrison playing really badly. Is that what "'64" will be like?
I remember John Lennon looking up at us in Memphis. We were sitting...ok, we weren't sitting, but we were behind the Beatles in the rear balcony in the Memphis Coloseum. We couldn't see Ringo until he stood up and waved to us. Everyone was screaming so loud that those of us in the rear balcony were the only ones who could hear the Beatles voices because the sound stack was hung right in front of us. Even so, it sucked...No, make that...It Sucked!!
But I heard John Lennon sing. And George and Paul and Ringo. And ten thousand stupid screaming teenagers. I saw bell bottom pants for the first time not on a sailor. I can't give that night to my son, and I can't be there in 1964 ever again.
But I can pretend.
Should I risk it? Being another day late for the reunion? For a fake Beatle band?
For My Son and I? We can get to the reunion by midnight. He'll help with the driving.
What should I do?
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