Yesterday afternoon found us at the Dan Zanes and Friends show at the Harris Theater here in Chicago. We’d been to a couple of their amazing shows in the past and this was equally wonderful.
Dan Zanes gives off a vibe that resonates with me so strongly: a positive, upbeat attitude about making the world a better place by making music and dancing together…sort of an “it’s okay if you sing off-key as long as you’re singing” philosophy. It fits right in with my “go ahead and buy the cupcakes” tendency. And his music is fantastic. I don’t think of it as “children’s music” but rather “family music” in the way that anything can be family music. It’s music that I have been known to leave on in the car when the kids aren’t with me. The shows are a big party – children and their grown-ups getting down in the aisles and up front in the mosh pit. I can’t recommend it highly enough.
If dancing in the kitchen to The Wonderwheel with my kids gets me right here, imagine my reaction listening to it live, dancing with the boys and my niece, and Matt and his sister, and holding Lyle up right in front of the stage to see the instruments and super hip brightly-garbed band, a mere ten feet from Dan himself, crazy hair sticking out so far that I felt we could reach out and give him a big hug and then start jamming on his harmonica and ukulele.
It’s moments like these that I look around and have to ask, “How is it possible that no one else here is crying?” It occurs to me that perhaps I’m simply crazy, but I prefer to think that I’ve learned to allow myself to feel what I feel and I don’t bother trying to repress it. And perhaps I tend to be more emotional than average, who knows?
Or maybe I’m crazy. I would never rule that out.