It is best not to try too hard. But sometimes an opportunity presents itself and I just can’t help myself. Sitting on the couch on a cold and rainy night I am flipping through the recorded television options.
Austin City Limits. Widespread Panic. “You know this is the band your dad and I used to go and see all of the time. I saw them when I was pregnant with you even.”
A million months pregnant with Emily, Panic in Portsmouth 2005. I had not yet blossomed in to the quiet, restrained woman that I am now.
Emily looked at me and with a sigh of resignation she leaned against me. She was willing to go for this parental ride. “Up all night, ohhh, been up all night…the best thing about New Years is the Christmas lights…” J.B. is singing and I am tickled. This was a seasonally appropriate moment!
I am pointing at Jimmy. “That’s Jimmy Herring right there. Oh! And that is Sunny. Watch him play drums, Em. It is unreal. That is Jojo and there’s Todd behind the drums. That’s Schools. We liked to stand Schools’ side.”
I am smiling. Nice little opportunity to share something with my big girl before she gets too big. This was a Moment.
“So. They’re a boy band?”
No. No, they are not a boy band. Moment over.
*Title taken from Saint Ex by WSP
And for your listenin’ pleasure, Widespread Panic on ACL
A long time ago, in a previous life time there were two seasons. Fall Tour and Spring Tour. Widespread Panic, of course. “Excitement on the Side” is actually a line from WSP’s “Bowlegged Woman.”
Long ago vacations were spent in a haze catching as many Panic shows as I could before I returned to work and my relatively more responsible life. And then I was pregnant (and I still caught a few shows) and then Emily was born and my life suddenly seemed too busy to take a week to run around and “see a band.” I caught a few shows here and there when Em was still under a year old. I can’t be the only music fan that rolled in to a hotel room full of people I hadn’t seen in forever and immediately set up a breast pump.
And then life went from busy to messy with my divorce. I guess some couples have “a song.” Jer and I had a whole god damn band. It was part of what we did together. We got new cars when we were pregnant with Em and immediately sticker slammed them and got matching WSP license plates, COCONUTS for me CHILYH2O for him. You give up a lot when you leave a long relationship: friends, furniture, your favorite sweatpants since they don’t actually belong to you. But I was determined not to give up my band! Continue reading