So cute, right? My little indie rocker decided what to wear to Spring Concert a few days ago. He even did laundry. The suit jacket is obviously still big for him – a hand-me-down from an older musician he quietly admires – but it has a certain indie band David Byrne quality to it and paired nicely with his favorite skinny jeans.
On the third song all the kids changed places. Studley made his way off the risers and to the front of the stage, where he barfed like a rock star.
Not that anyone can blame him. This entire spring has felt like someone threw up on it.
I didn’t see the barfing. I saw him being escorted out of the room and thought “wait, he’s getting kicked out? What on earth did he do?” Studley is more of a pensive, layers of electronica musician than a hard core rabble rouser. Although now that we know about the barfing, we might want to change that up.
I climbed over seats and parents and video cameras and went to my son in the hall, where he was stifling sobs over his ruined suit. We got him cleaned up and headed home, totally beating the traffic jam. This is not our first rock show, people.
Because I respect his privacy, I may or may not have mentioned all this at work. I work with performers, and they had stories of their own.
“I barfed on someone’s head.” “I wet my pants at the second grade assembly.” “I had diarrhea at the bows.”
They all seem completely unscarred, with full lives both on and off stage. They also told me what probably happened: He had locked his knees.
I think they need to practice this in music class when they rehearse for concerts. As for Studley, we’ve been coaching him in case it ever happens again. The next time he feels woozy on stage he’ll yell “thank you, Detroit” into the mic, vomit on the front row, and collapse victoriously in the wreckage.
I suggest you sit toward the back.
Love this…. funny and poignant!