Bryan, my wonderful first born son, went to see Bob Dylan in concert for the first time Tuesday night and he was blown away. He excitedly called his father the next evening to tell him it was...
"...one of the best experiences of my life" and he "couldn't believe he (Dylan) was real."
He went, in part, because of his father's undying admiration for Dylan. He wasn't sure if he'd like the music or his singing but came away with an appreciation for all, particularly his musicianship. He told my husband
"I really wished you were there but I felt like you really were there through me." My husband was thrilled.
Bryan is a self taught guitarist and he's very good. He bought a second hand guitar his senior year in high school and began to learn via computer programs on the internet. By graduation, he was so into it, we bought him a week's stay at an acoustic music camp on Lake Winnepesaukee where he ate, slept and learned the ropes from hundreds of devoted bluegrass musicians from around the world.
Since then, he has taught himself electric guitar and now plays in a group in the city where he lives and goes to college. He sometimes performs solo, singing and accompanying himself on his acoustic guitar. When my father died two years ago, he left his harmonicas to my sons. Bryan began teaching himself harmonica listening to Dylan and Stevie Wonder. He made a harmonica holder out of a coat hangar, then broke down and bought a professional one.
My husband and I have surrounded the boys with music, mostly the rock n' roll we grew up with. They appreciate music from our era and have an eclectic selection on their ipods. I am proud of my son's courage to get up there and perform. Takes guts and a certain amount of confidence which I certainly don't have!
His favorite song from the live concert the other night, "To Ramona".