You have accompanied Mom and Dad on many concert adventures this year in our ongoing quest to see our favourite bands, and you will thus be born into the world as a real ‘metal baby’. Naturally, we will not dictate your music choice – unless boy bands and Beyonce (now block that name from your mind) appear on the list. Okay, so maybe we will be a little bit dictatorial. In fact, whilst waiting in the queue to watch 30 Seconds To Mars last night your Dad and I had an argument about who will accompany you to concerts if the bands you like are ‘lame’ (in our expert opinion of course). Your Dad says that there is no way that he is going with you to a Britney Spears or Atomic Kitten concert (now block those names from your mind) but here’s a little piece of advice: your Dad already refers to you as his Amelia and if you just bat your eyelids he will accompany you to whatever show you like (don’t tell him I told you). I am happy to take you to see ‘lame’ bands as long as you pay for my ticket. Little Tangy: the essential point is that we just want you to love music as much as we do. And we can’t wait to tell you about all of the fun you had in my tummy as you succumbed to the comfort of your amniotic fluid and the vibrations of double-bass drumming whilst Mom and Dad lived some dreams. Here’s a morsel to keep you satiated in the meantime:
You were with me as I tree-danced my way through a Deathstars gig; you reminisced with us as LimpBizkit played Break Stuff; you held on for dear life as I banged my head to Falling Away from Me and you shed a tear with me when Here To Stay reminded me of how much I miss Aunty Cherise; you gloated as you listened to Static-X – Uncle Al’s favourite band; you hid when I barged my way to the front so that I could party along with Marilyn Manson and you shared my disappointment when he sucked; your mind was blown when we stood in a crowd of 60 000 and sang Duality with Slipknot; and boy did you laugh at your dad when you heard him belting out Killswitch Engage lyrics like there was no tomorrow; you were very glad that I did not accept dad’s invitation to join the world record breaking circle pit created by Dez and the gang; you sat in a tour-bus and interviewed Paradise Lost with us; you got goose bumps when Jared Leto played an acoustic set at Koko; and in two week’s time you will feel jealous with me as we watch In Flames from the gallery whilst Dad takes pics down below. What a good time you have had my gorgeous girl. And we have also succeeded in giving your grannies semi-coronaries, which you loved every minute of!
Rock on my Tangy