It wasn't as fun as it could have been because I was responsible for Phoenix. I was a bit apprehensive about how he'd behave and I was also nervous because it was a first experience for me; mixing being daddy with concert enjoyment. I tried to prepare by keeping him up later since Sunday and showing him the live concert footage on the Primus DVD. The "keeping him up later" scheme failed. I didn't allow enough time for him to adapt. He was only able to make it until 9:30 or so and then...*zonk*
...and this kid's getting BIG. Luckily there were three of us to share the load of sleeping kidmeat. Before he passed out, he seemed to be enjoying the show. Whatever enjoyment from the show I lost by being a worrisome and ultra-aware parent was made up for in filial pride.
It just makes me happy when my kids and I like the same stuff. I form my strongest social bonds through music. I even think that the secret strengthening agent in my marriage almost ten years running is that my wife and I mostly like the same music. Mostly ;)
I dare not hope that my children will want to learn music. I have to live with the little buggers anyway (it's some law, I think), I might as well jam with them.