Yesterday, I saw a kid - about 2 1/2, maybe 3 years old - discover music and sex in one afternoon. It was a joy to watch. A bunch of us were at the Lone Sharks' occasional Sunday afternoon Osprey Dominion Vineyard gig. Usually, the show takes place in a tent outside, but this time it had been brought inside because of the thunderstorms. A couple of bottles in, everyone was feeling fine, fine, fine (drinkin' wine, wine, wine).
During the second set, a young couple arrived with their kid who, upon hearing and seeing a live band for the first time, stood wide-eyed, mouth agape, transfixed...mesmerized by the sound. Soon, he began expressing himself the only way he knew how - pumping his toy monkey up and down as if life itself depended on it. Then he spotted a pretty gal, dancing in a short, purple dress. So, naturally, he ran over, threw his little arms around one of her legs and latched on, grinning. Kid's gonna turn out alright, I think.