The Stage Mom
We went by Fatoush because Tin wanted to go “to a restaurant and eat cake, chocolate and cookies.” I said I know just the place, Fatoush Coffee and Juice Bar. Then we went over to Cafe Istanbul where we had just missed Henry Butler rehearsing. The microphones were still live so Tin sang a song for us, first It’s A Wonderful World and then You Are My Sunshine and then C’est Si Bon, and ended with When the Saints Go Marchin In. He has quite the repertoire, although I’m not speaking to him right now because he tore up the cover of his Where the Wild Things Are while he was in his room supposedly napping.
Meanwhile, today we went to Perserverance Hall in Louis Armstrong Park and the U.S. Navy Brass Band was there again. Sunpie Barnes asked Tin to come on up with the band and he put him in front of a drum set and so Tin jammed with the band all morning. One of the young trumpeters’ grandmother was standing beside me and as the navy guy was telling her grandson something about playing, she said to me, “He’s scolding him for not playing real music, but he plays traditional music and I told him that traditional music was good enough to get your name on the airport so it is good enough for him.”
The hard life of a stage mom (grandmom).