My son Vincent is moving back to California at the end of this month, so he's been going out on the road with the band for some more rock 'n' roll weekends. On his birthday last week, he got to go backstage at Hard Rock Live (an evening filled with excess, and a school-night to boot!) and then two days later, he was hanging with the band on our road trip to Ft. Lauderdale. At one point, I handed him the digital camera and told him to shoot whatever he felt like shooting, which brought about some experimental photos that show his budding skill as a photographer. The photo attached to this post, which I call "An angel on one shoulder, McDonald's on the other", is one of the best of the bunch.
He may or may not be heading down to Englewood with us this weekend for our sixth (seventh?) time playing the "Saturday Night Live" street festival. He requested to go, remembering how much fun the last time was (and how good the crab cakes at The Cafe On Dearborn were.)
Between now and then, we've got a show in Sanford on Thursday, with maybe a little mixing thrown into the mix during the day. I'm just slammed, slammed I tell you. "Slammed", I'll say again unto thee - but that's another blog altogether.