If you’re friends with me on Facebook (And if you’re not, what’s wrong with you? “Friend” me right now!) you know that my oldest son, Derrick, played this week at Carnegie Hall with jazz sax legend David Sanborn. At age 17 Derrick’s the lead alto sax player in the pro big band, Caleb Chapman’s Crescent Super Band, and they did a New York tour.
Being that I feel music trumps just about any other subject in school, I did the responsible thing and took my younger son, Quinn (who is a HS freshman) out of school, so that he could join me in following the Crescent Super Band like a couple of Dead Heads stalking Jerry Garcia and company.
But as cool as it is to watch my oldest, who isn’t even old enough to vote yet, command one of the most prestigious stages in history with one of the best sax players on the planet, that’s not what this post is about. For the first time my youngest and I got to embark upon a trip, just the two of us, that led to several Paper Moon moments, during which it was sometimes hard to tell which one of us was the responsible adult.