You know me well enough by now (even when I don't blog for months at a time!) to know that my house is a musical one. And by that I mean: we LOVE music. Love it. We listen to it all the time. We've raised Zoe on the greats: there's Louis and Ella and Billie and Duke, but also the Beatles and Nirvana and Pearl Jam. There's almost always music playing in the background. When Charles is home, it leans more jazz or rock. When it's just Zoe and me, there's likely Mumford & Sons or Fun or 80s pop or even sometimes Taylor Swift (c'mon - you know you love "Shake it Off" just as much as Zoe and I do).
Though she's only six-and-a-half (that half being VERY important to her), she's already been to a handful of shows and concerts, and had some incredible experiences. Once Will Hogge sang her the ABCs when she was not-quite-two. She had to be carried out of an American Idol concert a couple years later because the lights and sounds were just too much. Later that year, she made it through most of a Lumineers show (she LOVES them still), until she fell asleep on the bleacher and I made us take her home, and then there was the time she and I got to meet Phil Phillips when he did a private acoustic show here in Charleston. Earlier this year it was James Taylor, the first time she ever lasted through to the end of a single concert.
So yeah. Music's been a big part of Zoe's life, and though none of the three of us have ANY obvious talent for actually PERFORMING any sort of music, we've shared a lot of memories already, and it's important to us to keep making more.
Which is why last night happens to be the most AMAZING NIGHT OF MUSIC EVER IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD.
Or at least in the history of the Rhynes.
So what happened, you might ask?
Well, it all started a few months ago when we found out Harry Connick, Jr., was coming to town. I've been a Harry fan ever since the first time I saw him croon "Danny Boy" in Memphis Belle, so I was dying to go. When I mentioned it to Zoe, she begged, "Me too? Please please please?"
(She's an American Idol fan. So'm I. We sometimes giggle and bicker over which judge is our favorite: Harry or Keith. I mean, Jen's fab and all, but man, those boys are cute!)
(Yes. I'm a terrible influence on my daughter. I like to giggle over cute boys with her. Get over it.)
When I asked Charles if we could go, he promised to get tickets. When the next day he told me he somehow managed to get FRONT-front row seats, I squealed like a little girl who's just been handed a puppy.
(When he told me the price a few days later, I almost passed out...but that's okay...as you'll see in the end...WORTH IT!)
We've been waiting for last night, Zoe and I, since that day. And the day came...and it delivered. Because, as it turns out, not only is Harry Connick, Jr., an awesome performer, backed by an incredibly talented jazz band...but he's also a sweetheart, with a soft spot for a pretty little girl in the front row.
So. Man. There we sat, in the FRONT-front row (you know, not the actual auditorium seats, but the front row of the chairs they put on the floor, right in front of the stage). The curtain came up, and Harry was there.
I squealed. Again. I'm SUCH a dork.
And within about a minute, before the first song was even complete, he'd eyed two kids in the very front row. There was a twelve-year-old boy a couple seats down from us, plus Zoe, and Harry grinned and waved at them both.
That...would have been enough. It made my day, and it made Zoe's as well.
But things continued to happen!
Like...Harry chats during his concerts, telling stories, making his audience laugh (because really, we were already eating out of the palm of his hand anyway...). He mentioned that there were two "youngsters" in the front row, saying it was unusual to see two little ones up so close. Then he turned to the boy. "How old are you?"
"Twelve," said the boy.
Harry turned to Zoe. "How about you? You're younger than that."
"I'm six-and-a-half," she said, and for the rest of the night, he referred multiple times to the "six-and-a-half year old" in the front row. He never called her six. He got how important the half was.
And...when his soooooooo-incredible-it-hurts trombonist, Lucien Barbarin, came out for an improvised solo, and he played an amazing little muted version of "Mary Had A Little Lamb" while smiling straight at Zoe.
Or...when Harry had a conversation with both kids about Minecraft and how watching his daughter take him on a tour through her world makes him sick. Both kids nodded, and Zoe looked over at me. I happen to do the same thing. "Eh, stop spinning, you're gonna make me hurl!"
And...when he later asked them both what kind of music they listened to. Zoe froze, and all I could come up with as a suggestion for her was Phil Philips, but man, his eyes lit up when he heard her say that name. "Phil Phillips? Really? You know, he's just the sweetest guy!" Trust us: we know!
And....when during his encore, Harry shot Zoe a look and said, "Man, I thought you'd be asleep by now," and then shook the hands of both the kids while he sang.
And....when, during the same encore, he threw out into the crowd two strings of Mardi Gras beads that had been given to him by an audience member....and tossed the third string - the golden string - very gently into Zoe's lap.
Listen. We were Harry Connick, Jr., fans already, long before last night ever happened. But believe me when I tell you that he made, in Zoe last night, a lifelong super-fan. She left the concert hall vibrating with excitement (and exhaustion). Her favorite moments were shaking Harry's hand, and when he threw her the beads.
I always hope performers know how much those little things they do can make a difference in a kid's life. Zoe's life has been musical so far, and we're working to make sure it stays that way. But with those few small actions on a very special night, Harry Connick, Jr., made more of an impact in two hours than any of us can possibly imagine. I love that he did all that. I love that Zoe got to have such a special night.
Look. Here's the thing. Pics or it didn't happen, right?
I'd love to fill this page with pics of Zoe and Harry, but the fact is the announcer asked, prior to the show, that the audience please refrain from taking any pictures or videos of any kind. Since I got super-pissy when the guy beside Charles was taking illicit videos during the performance, I figured I couldn't do anything but leave my phone in my pocket, where it belonged, no matter what happened.
But I promise you. This all happened.
And it was all kinds of amazing.
And the beads? Those golden Mardi Gras beads? I found them this morning, stuffed into Zoe's most treasured treasure box. They don't fit. I think I need to get her a bigger treasure box. Because really, there's so much to treasure in life. I want her to be able to fit it all in!