Clio and Elsa will never be as truly rock and roll as some of the other blogster young 'uns
here on Babble, but as the children of a performing musician, they do
get the occasional opportunity to rock out. (At least, as much as it is
possible to rock out when your dad plays mostly in the folk / roots /
singer-songwriter scene. It's not like he does death metal.) Most of
his shows happen after the gals' bedtime, but we've brought them along
to some of the daytime gigs.
It's been a little tricky
for them, so far, to understand that when Daddy is playing onstage,
it's not like at home -- they can't just go up to him or try to talk to
him or tell him to play "Nana phone." (He doesn't actually know how to
play Nanaphone -- a.k.a. Banana Phone, and has told them this
repeatedly, but it's still one of their favorite requests.) At a show a
few months ago, they were dancing in front of the stage, then Clio got
freaked out by the applause after a song and started crying, and ran up
to him for comfort before I could stop her. So, of course, Elsa went up
to him, too. One of the other performers, the lovely and talented Rose
Polenzani, artfully defused things by letting them play her
glockenspiel during the next song. I'm not sure either of them has a
future in percussion, but it's probably too early to judge.
Rose Polenzani and back-up glockenspielers
Video after the jump!
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