Yesterday evening the Pict family attended another free music concert, organised by our township. The performers this time were a Beatles review group so this concert held more innate appeal for all members of the family than the Bluegrass concert had. The group put together an eclectic set of Beatles songs, progressing in roughly chronological order. I am not such a big fan of the early Beatles stuff as my favourite Beatles albums are Revolver, Abbey Road and Rubber Soul in that order; however, banging out a few of the early tunes certainly helped generate a fun, relaxing mood and had everyone singing along from the get-go – or maybe just Mr Pict and I were singing along. The instrumentation and vocal harmonies were spot on and I would venture to say that Fake Paul’s voice has held up over the decades better than that of authentic Macca. They didn’t just opt for obvious choices of songs either, even performing the run-on-song section of Abbey Road, which Mr Pict and I loved. The boys, who have been exposed to the Fab Four since the womb, thoroughly enjoyed the music and were tapping and bopping along. I think their only disappointment was that there was no performance of ‘Yellow Submarine’. It’s great that our township organises events like these. It’s not just a wonderful way to wile away a summer evening but it also provides us with the opportunity to expose our children to live music.
We had gone prepared with seats and blankets but in the end we managed to snag a picnic table towards the back of the field which was perfect as it acted as a corral for the kids. Mr Pict had gone on a dash to Wawa to pick up some subs and drinks for us to have a picnic dinner so we munched our food while enjoying the music, atmosphere and warm summer sun. Grub consumed, the boys then started drawing. They often like to draw while listening to music so I had come prepared with paper and pens (lesson learned from my too slapdash approach at the Bluegrass concert). Inspired by the music, our 7 year old drew The Beatles and then Elvis; the youngest drew the Empire State Building and some funky slugs; the oldest drew a comic strip; and the 8 year old drew scenes from Star Wars movies. Well at least the music inspired their creativity! I think my boys might be taking after me in their love of drawing.