Ain't She Peculiar

Last Friday night Marissa and I went to see Kidz Bop Live.

I thought she would be thrilled, well she was, but she was unsure too.

During the concert she kept asking peculiar questions like "why are the lights on the wall diamond shape?", "why are there 9 of them?", "why do they like singing?" GAH!!!!

I looked over at her a few times and she wasn't even watching the concert: she was looking at the ceiling, playing with a speck of lint on her skirt. Even at one point she was holding her ears. When I asked her why, she said "it's too loud"

KIDZ BOP too loud??? Where did this kid come from? Certainly she's not mine. I started going to Rock concerts as a teenager. My first concert ever was Molly Hatchet at the Palladium in NYC before it turned into a club! I've seen Foreigner, the Who, the Stones, Pink Floyd, Van Halen, Black Sabbath, Eric Clapton, Rainbow, Elton John, Aerosmith, Tom Petty, etc. etc. etc. If she thinks Kidz Bop is too loud she has problems.

I wasn't sure if she was enjoying herself, and I realized that she didn't know many (any?) of the songs. I guess that's from always having either movies playing in the car or the Classic Rock station turned on. Until towards the end when they performed "I'm a Believer" and she turned to me excitedly and said "That's from Shrek" and she sang along. Another song they performed at the end was "All Star" also from the movie Shrek and she recognized that one too. After a while she was in the aisle bopping her head and shaking her leg (her version of rocking out???) and had the biggest smile on her face...Gotta Love That Girl!