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Mother of a rock star ... night before tour
February 28, 2008 - LLee Janssen
While Christopher's off doing his duty in southwest Asia, Dana is here in Williamsport, getting ready for tour. By this time tomorrow, he'll be gone, on the road again, following his passion. Except for Maximus Doggus, the nest again will be empty. But tonight the house is full.
Tonight, Dana was here. The whole gang was, with the Megafaun crew arriving late last night from North Carolina to rehearse with Akron/Family before tomorrow's first tour date. They toured with the boys last fall, after Ryan left for his Buddhist colony in Michigan, and are back to open for and join in the Ak/Fam show.
It's one of life's odder blessings, music in the basement; I could hardly wait to finish work so I could rush back home to soak up their joyful noise, as I secretly wished I could do all day. And what better place than in the kitchen, the door slightly ajar as they "Raised the Sparks" below.
Earlier, during a lunch break, I hurriedly stuffed a turkey with aromatics -- orange sections, rosemary, garlic and Italian herbs -- and rubbed it down with a mix of creole seasoning, cayenne pepper, salt and oregano, then put it in a slow oven to roast all afternoon, draped in bacon to keep it moist, while I was at work. (It's amazing how easy it can be to do up a turkey when we spend all Thanksgiving nursing and loving it ... but that's the beauty of a Food Network education!)
In the door that night, I tossed potatoes in the oven, and the meal was finished a few easy hours later with a couple pounds of green beans and field greens tossed up with homemade balsamic dressing, and all was served up alongside the fellowship of creative young people, son number two and his friends. A night to remember, one of the few and far between. One of the reasons to support the dream when others would have insisted on a more traditional route.
Nights like tonight are what life is about, family, friends. The connections we make. The fact that we have those special fleeting moments that make memories to hang onto as the seasons roll by. The fact that our children enjoy our company enough to share us with their friends. (or was it just the prospect of the spiced chocolate bodino he knew I made for dessert!)
It doesn't matter, whatever the allure. Just keep on coming back, and keep on playing that joyful noise in my basement, and showing me just how simple love really is.
P.S. to my neighbors: Thank you for your patience and understanding. May God bless your family with the riches he has brought into mine.
Oh, and everyone else again, I've added a link to a segment on current tv that was filmed in San Fancisco last fall. Please go there and enjoy this piece with two hometown kids -- Dana and Seth -- and root them on in their quest to make music.
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