We bought the tickets back in May, when Papa was still here, still relatively stable. Things were relatively normal. But when a death comes, you start to second guess things.
Still, K and I have been so impressed with how the Boy has taken to guitar, how much he practices it, how interested he is in discovering new guitarists, that we decided that instead of it being a date night it would be a father-son-Mexican-feast-Tommy-Emmanuel evening.
I wish I could have gotten a picture of the Boy’s expression at times. “How is he doing that?!?” was a common comment.
Just listen to his show-closing (non-encore) version of “Guitar Boogie” to see what the Boy meant: