I feel terrible. Some nice folk involved with the Capital E Children’s Festival got in touch and offered tickets to see Orchestra of Spheres at the Paramount Movie Theatre. Well, this was a no-brainer. I’d go see that band anyway, but see them at 10am, with my best buddy Oscar? My little 3yo son? No issue at all. What a hoot. We even tagged in friends – got them to bring along their girl, set up a playdate. The dads did the run to the gig, took the kids. The mums hi-fived themselves on the deck having completed another working week, enjoyed a self-imposed champagne breakfast. Win/Win. I had a gig to see – and could take Oscar. He was so excited.
And then we got there and I worried he wouldn’t last through the gig. But he did. He loved it. Got a bit bored at times, and a bit scared (him, not me) but we made it. And he – mostly – loved it. And I did too. Such a great band. And, as I told friends with kids that I bumped into there, the genius of it all was that Orchestra of Spheres didn’t really need to change all that much from their “adult” shows. This was after all really just another Orchestra of Spheres gig. And fuck me, they’re a shit-hot band. A great concept. It works. It just totally works.
And so I feel terrible. I really owe them – the band, the festival – a review. But you see the day before we went to the gig we were burgled, lost my computer and phones, iPods, all of that. So getting reviews sorted, and blogs and bits and pieces – well it was a scramble. In fact it’s only recently stopped being a scramble. In fact it was almost a scramble getting to the gig – though it really is best to just carry on. As if nothing (else) has happened…
So I didn’t deliver on that. Didn’t review the show. I mean I talked it up on Facebook and Twitter and all that shit. I did what I could.
But I feel bad.
Every now and then, months later, Oscar says, “remember we saw that funny concert and the band made a face!” And I say, “Yes, I remember you loved that didn’t you?” And he says, “We will see that concert again someday”. And I tell him that no concert is the same twice but that it’s always worth turning up just to see. And he says, “I will go to another concert with you because that was really funny. And so, so cool”.
And I say, “Yes. It was. It was”. |