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Thursday, Sept. 16, 2004 - (Dad)
Fruit:-Jack and Music
From before he was born, Jack has loved music. He developed a fondness for the horns at the tender age of 4 months when Fruit, an Aussie band led by a friend of mine, played in Ann Arbor and we brought him to his first concert.
Fruit were back in town tonight, so we attended their concert again.
Suze and Sam (the guitarists) had to work a lot harder in this concert, (no rhythm section) and Jack seemed to be impressed by their effort. I know I was.
As the girls introduced their songs, Jack would look at me then look back to the stage, then look at me again. He apparently recognized the accent. Until today, I was the only person in his world that speaks the way I do. I didn�t realize he could pick the difference.
Jack knows much of Fruit�s music from our CD collection. The velvet voices of the trio would draw him irresistibly into the concert hall and any time they played a familiar song he was absolutely spellbound. At other times he was interested but distractible (he is, after all, 16 months old). Mamma would walk him around the foyer in his more distractible moments.
Mamma Note: Actually, Jack was walking -- he is still on his quest to be a walking boy! But he stopped every time we went past a speaker to listen for a while.
He found Mel Watson most enchanting of all, though. He watched her pull the group together and fire up the crowd. Then she would start with the horns, (saxophone, flute, trumpet, and a variation on the French horn). He thought these to be the most amazing of all instruments.
After the show we renewed our acquaintance with the girls, it was great to catch up. I�ve known Mel for many years and we got to know Suze pretty well when we helped them out of a jam on their last tour.
Jack was walking around, leading his Mamma, when he looked up to see Dad talking to a pretty lady. This is nothing unusual for Dad. Then he recognized Mel. This wasn�t just any pretty lady, this was THE magical woman from the stage who made those wonderful sounds with the shiny horns.
The look of awe on his face was absolutely priceless. He would look at her and point to the stage, then look back at her in awe. He and Mel flirted for 10 minutes or so.
So, we added their latest CD to our collection. From the time he could co-ordinate the two actions, Jack would nod his head and shake his hand as though snapping his fingers any time a bluesy horn section fired up on the radio. I am expecting more of the same with renewed enthusiasm from here on.
Take care
Rod
