It's a Matter of Toast
Last night rocked :)
I splurged recently. I was sitting in an airport last week, thinking how great it is that I really don't spend much time anymore sitting in airports, and missing my boys. I read a copy of "Town and Gown" a State College lifestyle magazine, and saw an ad for "Movin' Out". This is a Broadway "rock ballet" combining the works of Billy Joel with the choreography of Twyla Tharp. It won some Tonys when new, and is now making the rounds to places as geographically-obscure-yet-culturally-aware as State College PA.
Max. Loves. Billy Joel. He asked for Billy Joel songs on his iPod way before he asked for Earth Wind & Fire or Stevie Wonder songs on his iPod. He likes "We Didn't Start the Fire" and "Pressure" and "I'ts Still Rock & Roll To Me". So I bucked up and paid as much as anyone has probably ever paid for tickets to a show in State College PA. He's very excited, so we watched our Billy Joel music video collection last night in my workshop as I worked on Lux stuff. Ben and Milo, being Max'netic, settled in to watch the "movies of music". Ben was happy to sit and be erapt, no doubt because this is what Max was doing. But Milo.
Rocked.
Out.
I mean out. Literally. As in unconscious. From the twirls and leaps and spins that threw him to the floor (concrete garage floor with only in/outdoor carpet) on 4 out of 5 times. But he dug the tunes, he heard the rythms and the emotion and he just sensed on a very deep level that this was something you were supposed to move around to. Out of breath, after a particularly rigorous climax at the end of the song "Matter Of Trust", he panted. . .
"It's a matter of TOAST???"
I splurged recently. I was sitting in an airport last week, thinking how great it is that I really don't spend much time anymore sitting in airports, and missing my boys. I read a copy of "Town and Gown" a State College lifestyle magazine, and saw an ad for "Movin' Out". This is a Broadway "rock ballet" combining the works of Billy Joel with the choreography of Twyla Tharp. It won some Tonys when new, and is now making the rounds to places as geographically-obscure-yet-culturally-aware as State College PA.
Max. Loves. Billy Joel. He asked for Billy Joel songs on his iPod way before he asked for Earth Wind & Fire or Stevie Wonder songs on his iPod. He likes "We Didn't Start the Fire" and "Pressure" and "I'ts Still Rock & Roll To Me". So I bucked up and paid as much as anyone has probably ever paid for tickets to a show in State College PA. He's very excited, so we watched our Billy Joel music video collection last night in my workshop as I worked on Lux stuff. Ben and Milo, being Max'netic, settled in to watch the "movies of music". Ben was happy to sit and be erapt, no doubt because this is what Max was doing. But Milo.
Rocked.
Out.
I mean out. Literally. As in unconscious. From the twirls and leaps and spins that threw him to the floor (concrete garage floor with only in/outdoor carpet) on 4 out of 5 times. But he dug the tunes, he heard the rythms and the emotion and he just sensed on a very deep level that this was something you were supposed to move around to. Out of breath, after a particularly rigorous climax at the end of the song "Matter Of Trust", he panted. . .
"It's a matter of TOAST???"
posted by Chris at
1:14 PM
2 Comments:
very cool. Did not Billy Joel go to california to esentially escape a record contract? That is where he wrote piano man. The boys know a kindred spirit, as the The Hults' are a bunch of counter-culture rebels. Prince did something similar.
j
Oh my. Just like my Jack, who was born about a month before your twins (Alaska & I were on the same pregnancy board way back when.) Matthew, my 17 months older son, can't rock out to save his life, but Jack moves like the dancer than no one in either side of our families has ever been before.
Funny how that comes through.
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