Sunday, August 11, 2013
When I Was A Child, I Spake As A Child, I Understood As A Child, I Thought As A Child: But When I Became A Man, I Put Away Childish Things
I was my sons' roadie on Saturday. I stood in the back with my lovely wife and watched.
Everyone approached us after doing the mental arithmetic that we didn't quite belong there, and said those boys must belong to you. Up to a point, they do. But they are beginning to belong to themselves, and are fixing to belong to the whole world as well. It breaks your heart in a wonderful way to picture your children grown up and elsewhere.
I do not get the urge to play music with my children. Then again, I do not get the urge to make music with anyone. I did it for a long time, and made some money, and had some laughs, but it's over for me. I had my turn on the line, and now it's time for other things. I am happy to see my children get their turn. I'm gratified to see them making the most of it.
I’ve an educated taste in whiskey and women and waistcoats and bill o’fares — though I’ve had few chances to exercise it lately. I don't miss the roadhouse, on the stage or off it. It was fun while it lasted but life is a career and one must move on, or life does, and passes you by. Music is a serious thing for many people, and deserving of respect, but for me it was a lark. The lark goes out of it if you hang on too long, on either side of the bar.
But I'll admit it; for a little while, it was glorious.