So I'm edging up on 50 and my parents still come to every show they can that me or my brothers play. At 74 & 81 they're still the first ones on the dance floor. Been that way my whole life.
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Do your parents Come to your shows?
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My mom and dad had to suffer through my upstart bands in my youth practicing in their living room for years.
The last thing they wanted to do was endure more of the same surrounded by a bunch of snot nosed punks at show.
They did see me once or twice in later years before they passed on.
...I swear to God that's not me on bass, honest, no really...I'm telling the truth!
The last thing they wanted to do was endure more of the same surrounded by a bunch of snot nosed punks at show.
They did see me once or twice in later years before they passed on.
...I swear to God that's not me on bass, honest, no really...I'm telling the truth!
No.
Unfortunately my parents had never come to any of my gigs (started playing at 16 now 46). It's not that they couldn't, they just choose not to.
I have always invited them, especially to the bigger shows too.
Unfortunately my parents had never come to any of my gigs (started playing at 16 now 46). It's not that they couldn't, they just choose not to.
I have always invited them, especially to the bigger shows too.
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That is hands down the greatest gig attire I've ever seen.
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My mom and dad had to suffer through my upstart bands in my youth practicing in their living room for years.
The last thing they wanted to do was endure more of the same surrounded by a bunch of snot nosed punks at show.
They did see me once or twice in later years before they passed on.
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And with that said... thanks for view on the parent's coming to shows thing. I was going to post a somewhat bitter, "My parents have come to 2 (out of about 2000) shows in my entire life," but your post sheds some light on the truth.
My parents came to a 10th anniversary show my first band celebrated back in 1996. Then 20 years later my parents as well as a couple aunts and a few cousins came out to hear my current band.
Once, my mother was the only person who came to my gig!
I played my first gig a couple of months after my mom passed away when I was sixteen. My father was diagnosed with cancer two years later, he passed when I was twenty. My father got to hear me play out with bands a few times before he passed.
Music has been a huge part of my adult life, unfortunately I did not get to share it with my parents.
Music has been a huge part of my adult life, unfortunately I did not get to share it with my parents.
My dad got sick and passed away right when I started playing out as well. Never got to see me play.
My moms in rough shape at the moment with a knee replacement. Perhaps some day she'll get out to one of my shows. I suppose I should invite her.
They have been to a dozen or so over the years. We don't live in the same town so it's tough. On the rare occasions I play up that way they try to make the first set or so.
They have always been supportive enough even though they worried about how the music biz would affect my personal life when I was younger and did it for a living.
They have always been supportive enough even though they worried about how the music biz would affect my personal life when I was younger and did it for a living.
My father never got to see me on stage but my mom has been to a lot of shows and still comes out when she can. She loves the fact I'm a musician (my father, on the other hand, probably would have been less than thrilled).
My mom has seen a couple of shows. Once, 12 years ago, my band got a call to fill in for a last-minute cancellation at a Durham Bulls game, and my mom got to see us play in front of thousands of (indifferent) people (who were not there to see a band at the end of the game.)
My parents are long gone, and they only had one change to see me. They did see me in school bands when I was a kid, but when I started playing bass I was out of the house and a long way from home. It was always like that. Once when they were visiting my brother and me in Virginia in the early 70s, they came to see my band.
My dad would never have told me personally, but he did tell my brother he thought I was really good. He was a high school band teacher and played trombone and bass professionally.
My dad would never have told me personally, but he did tell my brother he thought I was really good. He was a high school band teacher and played trombone and bass professionally.
once, when I was 17. and probably only then because I wasn't legally allowed in the pub.
... just realised that sounds bitter – it wasn't! they've always been supportive of my musical efforts.
oh and my mum was happy because she got chatted up. history does not record my dad's reaction to this.
... just realised that sounds bitter – it wasn't! they've always been supportive of my musical efforts.
oh and my mum was happy because she got chatted up. history does not record my dad's reaction to this.
Nope, dad's a 4 hour drive away and my sister's band damaged his hearing, and mom's a 5 hour flight away. My in-laws would totally come to my gigs though... if we had any... been without a drummer for a year and just about to get back on the gig train...
my parents are gone, but they were always interested in, and supportive of, my music. they would come to gigs based, i think, on the 'fun' (for them) aspect, and whether or not they would enjoy bringing their own friends (especially when good food was available!). they were always proud/accepting of my dedication to music in spite of the struggles a musician can have. 
I'm 22, and started gigging at 17. My parents have done there best to be at every one of my gigs to support me. Through the years I've always got mixed comments, some about how my friends would hate that, and more of my friends think it's really cool. Alot of them don't have parents that would bother with there hobbies.
I never thought twice about it until I went to audition for a band out of town at 19. After the audition my good buddy (the drummer) said the lead guitarist wasn't sure if he wanted me there because some punk he worked with (at the local music shop variant) said I had to be babysat by my father at every gig. The guys in that band were all his age and up.
I was appalled because that's never been what it was, they love to watch me enjoy myself and Dad's glad to have a reason to drink socially.
There will never be a point that I'm too embarrassed or I tell them not to come. Who knows how much time we all have left?
I never thought twice about it until I went to audition for a band out of town at 19. After the audition my good buddy (the drummer) said the lead guitarist wasn't sure if he wanted me there because some punk he worked with (at the local music shop variant) said I had to be babysat by my father at every gig. The guys in that band were all his age and up.
I was appalled because that's never been what it was, they love to watch me enjoy myself and Dad's glad to have a reason to drink socially.
There will never be a point that I'm too embarrassed or I tell them not to come. Who knows how much time we all have left?
I guess my parents don't feel like doing the seven-hour trip just to see me play!
I played in my hometown about 15 years ago and they were there on the floor dancing while I was up there singing a Beatles tune.
I played in my hometown about 15 years ago and they were there on the floor dancing while I was up there singing a Beatles tune.
Great vintage pic OP!
My mother and dad were as supportive as possible, from letting the band practice in their living room to hauling my gear around before I could drive. Even chipped in towards my first Fender in 1966. My mother was able to see us do a Fall Festival just a few years before she died. They were the best parents ever.
My mother and dad were as supportive as possible, from letting the band practice in their living room to hauling my gear around before I could drive. Even chipped in towards my first Fender in 1966. My mother was able to see us do a Fall Festival just a few years before she died. They were the best parents ever.
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That's awesome.
I am 43. My dad just passed away in may @ 91 years old... and at 90, he was still coming to my shows. My mom passed away 5 years ago, and she always came to every show too. They were well known throughout the club scene here
God Bless good parents
