My oldest son never has any money. It’s not that he doesn’t acquire money, he just doesn’t know how to keep it. His list of wants changes from day to day and he mentally spends hundreds of dollars in seconds. If you give him $5.00 he comes back owing someone money or he talks someone into giving him something even though he doesn’t have the right amount. If something is on sale he will buy it even if he doesn’t need it and he will collect things to the point of obsession and then disregard them a week later. I don’t know where he gets this!
A month ago he was on a harmonica kick. He owns four now. How different does one sound from the other? I’ll tell you…not at all! “My mom is gettin mad. She asked me to put my harmonica down and go to bed.” Imagine this being sung to the tune of a harmonica. It was cute the first time, not so cute the fourth. I finally hid the harmonica and said he must have lost it. This prompted the purchase of another and another and another.
Now he has decided that he needs an amp that is battery powered. I admire his ambition. He has got a ton of energy! Sometimes I think I live with a Jack Russell Terrier, until I have to wake him up for school. Then he’s more like a Bull Dog. We keep saying we are going to get one, but realized how ridiculous this was and settled for a Beta fish instead. We called him Bastante, which is what we would have called a Bulldog. I like him. He swims back and forth in his tank ( no bowl for us) and flits his tail like a flamingo dancer; he’s a real show boater. He has a lot of energy, too. But he stays up a little too late because my son forgets to turn his light off and he eats constantly; the same boring food! Hmmm…sounds like someone else I know.
We spent the last two nights in the city together and had a lot of fun. My son and I, not Bastante and me. Spencer is a terrific conversationalist, has a ton of passion, but is a horrible eater. This really stinks since we are in New York City with the best restaurants in the world and sadly our menu choices are relegated to Diner, Mexican (this is huge) and Pizza. One time I took him to El Mitote on Columbus because I saw Chris Rock there. In typical kid fashion he had to sit in his chair.
Yesterday, however the spotlight was on him and two of his friends, as they stood at the entrance to Strawberry Fields. At first they stopped at the Imagine circle but apparently there is a protocol if you are a street performer and the old guys who have been doing it a little longer than a few punky thirteen year olds needed to tell them that.
They opened the guitar case, set up camp and began to play next to a hot dog stand. Savvy!!! My son sings, hence the needing the amp now. I snuck over there for a few minutes and managed to snap a short video and a few photos before he gave me the eyes to leave. At one point when I was there a group of girls came up to them and wanted their photos taken with them. Ahh groupies! Gotta love em!
What’s so funny about all of this is my son doesn’t even realize how cool this is. He seems so natural in this setting that he attracts people on that alone. Nervous? Not at all! Motivated by money alone, he has quickly figured out that the old saying is true; “Do what you love and the sheckles will follow” and when you watch him sing there is no denying he is enjoying himself.
He tells me he is returning Saturday to make more money, so if you happen to be in the park that day make sure you stop and listen. Chances are they will be by a hot dog stand so if three boys performing the Beatles, REM and Elvis Presley doesn’t get your attention, a good old greasy NYC hot dog should.