I remember my first gig. I was 15 and my dad took me to see Billy Bragg. Not a bad starter for ten.
So who would be the first for my beautiful daughters? My two daughters who love music, are learning instruments and never stop singing.
They had the very first taster of live music a few months ago when they watched our brilliant talented friend with his band – Cold Norton. After a weekend with him my eldest wanted nothing more in life than to be a guitarist/singer songwriter and builder. Which would be a very useful combination. It must be quite something to be inspirational.
But who to choose for the first big gig? I wanted someone else who might inspire them. A female sing songwriter with serious talent. Someone who wouldn’t require P to wear her fetching green ear defenders throughout.
So, as a Christmas treat, I took them to see Kate Rusby, an artist we all love. They squealed when I told them, like I imagine Justin Bieber fans might. Seems we are doing something right.
It was a late school night, they were tired and they still enjoyed every second. It was fascinating to hear what they thought. My eldest plays guitar and marvelled at the band not needing any music to play their instruments – she was agog from the start. My youngest’s first comment was “Mummy she’s so pretty”.
From the moment she started to sing they smiled, I occasionally looked at the kids soppily and we all joined in with vigour (possibly at points a bit too much vigour judging from the looks from the man behind us).
T now wants to carry on writing songs, and to take up the trumpet. “Do you think when I’m older I could play guitar with her?”
Neither of them will stop singing “Bill Brave Bill” at the tops of their voices and I haven’t stopped playing the album in the kitchen.
Did I choose well?
As she closed her eyes after the long tiring night T said “Mum, that was amazing”.
So I guess I did.