Y’know, I was looking at my home page with utter disappointment once again because I haven’t written a single thing on my blog in 2012. I tweet often enough, but really — what’s the point of having a blog if you don’t write on it?
Then I remembered, I have a kid under two, and that’s where the time goes. At this point in my life I have dramatically simplified my life to three things: family, clients and concerts. If it’s not one of these three things, it just gets the time that’s left over in the day, and that’s not often. And when I do have time left in the day, it’s not much.
Blogging doesn’t have a fighting chance against those three things.
That said, I’m trying to tie those three things to blogging, so blogging at least gets a shot at the scraps of time that are left over.
Cooper’s First Concert
I took Cooper to Pitchfork Festival on Saturday. Honestly, I didn’t care too much about the lineup on Saturday, so it seemed a good fit for a first show. It was outdoors, I really only needed to see Cults at 2:30pm, and anything after that was just gravy.
On the drive in, things were going well. Coop was in good spirits, we were having a nice drive, and then things got real quiet in the backseat. Cooper had fallen asleep, and while he slept it rained like hell. The sky was very dark in the direction of Pitchfork and Cooper is not a fan of getting wet. So I jumped off the interstate at the Oak Park exit and bought a couple of umbrellas. We got back on the road, drove downtown and found parking pretty quickly. I love parking the MINI in the city, because I don’t need a real spot. I need half a spot.
As Coop and I parked, the skies cleared up and it turns out we never needed those umbrellas. We headed in, found a spot in the shade and set up our blankets and such. It hadn’t really occurred to me how different it was going to be to be at a festival with a 4-year-old. But he did great. He listened, he held my hand in the crowd and he didn’t raise a fuss about anything much. I don’t think he could have cared less about the music or the commotion around us. He was perfectly happy to play iPhone games and use me as a pillow. He did get a little bored a few hours later and said “Daddy, let’s go home”, at which point we went in search of ice cream. Thankfully we found vegan ice cream, which is not ice cream, but it’s cold and it’s sweet (it tastes like frosting, actually) at which point we sat down again and watched Wild Flag perform. By the end of their set, I had pushed my luck as far as I was going to and we hit the road home.
On the way home I asked him what he thought of the concert. He said “it was fun!”, and I asked “why did you want to go home then?”
Cooper replied “Oh, I missed my mom.” It might be another year for Lollapalooza…