I feigned embarrassment when last year my 5-year-old son blurted out at the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra that the song they had just begun in the pin-drop silence was Mozart. "Mama, that's Mozart!"
For the last few years I have been a fan of The Avett Brothers and have been in the right places at the right times to see them play live five times. Their shows are something to see. Talk about passion for music. They write poignant songs and play them with fervor. At their live shows, they have a person behind them dedicated to restringing their banjos as they are known to break a few dozen in each performance. You can't help but clap, dance, tap, shuffle or perhaps even twirl or whirl when you see the band enjoying themselves so. Music is a relationship. A two-way conversation. As Scott Avett says, "music is a physical exchange."
When the brothers closed a Braves game here in Atlanta a couple years ago, I knew it was a perfect environment for the kids to see who they'd been dancing to after all those spaghetti dinners.
As you can see, Evan was far more interested in the peanuts and Coke than the music, but I feel hopeful that I have successfully indoctrinated him.
Since then he has been persistent in his desire to learn the banjo even though his Daddy wonders if his Mama is pushing it on him.
I deny pushing it on him, but I'd be okay with it.
I'm linking to Cindy's Hidden Art of Homemaking Chapter 3 book study.