I CAN ONLY HOPE YOU WILL INDULGE ME AND MY EXPLODING PRIDE AND WONDER FOR ONE MORE DAY.
In the wake of Monday night's concert featuring Canadian singer Dallas Green of City and Colour, who's also the lead singer of the group Alexisonfire, I called my son Evan tonight.
I wanted to find out how it went (see previous post).
"Dad, I met Dallas Green!"
My 15-year-old son had watched the opening act, a young guy who has no recording contract, and the lights in Burton Cummings Theatre came on for a break before Dallas Green's performance.
Dallas Green -- the guy my son truly adores, is modelling his hairstyle after, who he wants to emulate as the lead vocalist for his own band Final Crisis (cringe), who he wants to play guitar like.
My son is with four of his friends, some of them fellow band members. He goes down to the lobby to pick up some popcorn for them all and sees the young guy who had just opened for Dallas Green.
He goes up to him and introduces himself and says how much he enjoyed his performance. He buys the guy's self-made CD.
Out of nowhere, Dallas Green walks up to them. My son is all aflutter, but introduces himself. Tells Green how much he adores his music. Tells him about their band.
They talk for three or four minutes, the three of them. Dallas Green says he has to go warm up for his performance. My son buys the popcorn, goes back up to the balcony and doesn't tell his friends.
"I thought they would feel really bad," he says. "I just told them I met the first guy. I told them all at school today."
Hmmm...some things in life are just Kodak Moments. This is one of them. For him and, secretly, for me.