Like most kids his age, my soon-to-be-five-year-old son Isaac loves music. We listen to a lot of music together, ranging from kiddie tunes to loud rock-and-roll – and he always likes the loud rock-and-roll the best. In fact, for quite a while he’s been asking to go see a rock concert, but there obviously aren’t many real rock shows I’d let him see at this point.
So, when I found out that Rush was kicking off their 30th anniversary tour here in Nashville, I decided to take Isaac. I was worried, though, that it would be too much for him, and we’d have to leave after the first song. I mean, he’s not even five – how could I expect him to deal with the overload of a Rush concert?
Turns out my worries were a waste of time, though – he loved the show. Believe it or not, he was pumping his little hand in the air during YYZ, and he even shouted “Hey!” with the rest of the crowd during 2112. Yes, I was a proud papa :)