Jack went to Camp Jam Summer Rock 'n Roll Camp (slogan: no canoes - lots of rock) this week and had a blast! There he formed a band with two other boys (ages 8-10) called Blue Thunder. He got to play keyboards, drums and bass.
The big concert was today and it was surprisingly good!
Unfortunately, it revealed a well kept secret in the business. You don't really have to know how to play an instrument to play in a rock band. Seriously, they learned three chords and were doing AC/DC's Back in Black like pros. Okay, maybe not pros, but really well. Okay, maybe not really well, but well. Imagine what they could have done if the camp was two weeks long. I'm talking Grammy Award here.
I did a great job playing the part of band groupie. I hollered and screamed and threw my underwear on stage. Blue Thunder's eight year old lead singer picked them up and asked "Whose granny panties are these?" Then he put them over his head pretended to be a superhero. Not really. But I did throw my underwear. No. I didn't do that either.
After the concert, we partied like rock stars... at Bruster's eating ice cream cones.
Jack is begging to go back to Camp Jam next year year and to take drum and bass lessons. I say yes to all of it. Of course, it is going to take him YEARS to become the perfection that is Bruce. That's okay. The Boss may be ready to retire by then and Jack can just step into his place with the E Street Band.