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Do your parents Come to your shows?

It is to laugh.

We all have/had different parents. Mine reside in the past tense. They considered attending one of their children's concerts/recitals/performances déclassé. As such, expecting expressed accolade was a forlorn hope.

In my case, my mom was pretty down on pursuing anything remotely resembling career ambitions when it came to the arts. Unfortunately, she didn't just discourage. She also had a tendency to actively interfere anytime an involvement in the arts looked like it was straying beyond the hobbyist level.

She meant well I suppose.
 
My dad's a musician also, we've attended many of each other's gigs. We've even been involved in projects/bands together, meaning we've also played on stage together! Playing shows with my dad is great, we both enjoy it. We trust each other's performance on stage, and are comfortable playing together.
Haven't played with him for a while, but will again soon.
And I look forward to it.
 
My Dad passed shortly before I started playing bass (late bloomer here). My Mom does come to shows once in a while when we play close to her. She's not too mobile so she doesn't dance, but she likes to hear us.

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...I swear to God that's not me on bass, honest, no really...I'm telling the truth!

Shorts... check.... socks.... check... loafers - LOAFERS!!!!.... check. WOW.
 
When I played trumpet in school, yes. Since then, no.

Same for my own kids. I'm old and tired and feel like my obligation as a parent to do such things ended with high school. Going to school concerts was something I always dreaded, but I did it anyway. A lot of times I would spend part of the time roaming the halls outside the room because the noise and cramped quarters was almost intolerable at times. Grandchildren, if there are any, will be my kid's responsibility.

Yes, I'm a tired grumpy old man. Up at 4am and to bed at 9pm. After work on the day job there is barely time to eat before going back to bed
 
My dad (age 70) saw me play a couple years ago, and then promptly suffered a stroke the next day. While he suffered no severe lasting effects from the stroke, the weird thing is that it now drives him crazy to listen to music. He must have fried some neurons between his ears and his brain, causing the music to sound distorted and mixed up.

I cannot confirm or deny that we played Mustang Sally.
 
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That is awesome. What was your set list?

If memory serves me....
She's Not There - Zombies
Rock Me Baby - Jeff Beck Group
Signed D.C. - The Love
20th Century Fox - The Doors
Sunshine of Your Love - Cream
Hey Joe - The Leaves
Gloria - Them
Pushing Too Hards - The Seeds
Tired of Waiting - The Kinks
Keep on Running - Spencer Davis Group (a song we habitually butchered)
Here Comes My Baby - The Tremeloes​

...That's all I can remember for now
 
When I was in my 20's and I had a band with my brother playing drumms, my parents came to see us in a lot of shows.
Nowadays, my mother has come to see me in on or two shows recently and my dad hasn't been able to do so. Now things are different since I play mainly in bars and so. But that's just how things are.
 
Never, the type of music I play and the antics that go in at my gigs would offend them.

I did have one gig to which my wife's aunt and uncle came. I like and respect them a lot. They are both very devout Catholics and one of the songs we played was the Ballad of John and Yoko. I remember feeling a little nervous that Aunt and Uncle might take some offense at the line "the way things are going, they're going to crucify me." We played the gig without incident, and the next day they emailed me about how much they liked it. So either they didn't care or missed the line entirely.
 
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The last time my parents came to one of my gigs was 1989.
They've made it pretty clear that they don't like loud music, they don't like weird music, and they don't like to stay out late at night. Given those preferences, it's kind of amazing that they did come to that show in '89!
 
Not much, I don't think my mom got to see my play a proper gig ever, but she did get to see me sit in with the band at the resort she lived at later in her life.

My dad has seen me play a couple of gigs, but does not regularly attend. Really only 2 gigs my whole life, and I am 52 now. Thankfully one was only a few years ago so the band was good.

It's ok, I wouldn't expect anyone to come to all of my gigs. Given how much live music they normally saw in their lives - zip - they did a fine job by me. They did come out to a lot of band concerts when I was in high school.
 
Not really, and they're long gone now.

They did hear me play plenty around the house, and I did the music for one sister's weddings (yes, plural), so they heard all that. They knew I can play, but for various reasons, mostly involving the need to travel for them, they never got to any real gigs.

My kids get to some of my gigs, though, and now my granddaughter has even been to one!
 
If memory serves me....
She's Not There - Zombies
Rock Me Baby - Jeff Beck Group
Signed D.C. - The Love
20th Century Fox - The Doors
Sunshine of Your Love - Cream
Hey Joe - The Leaves
Gloria - Them
Pushing Too Hards - The Seeds
Tired of Waiting - The Kinks
Keep on Running - Spencer Davis Group (a song we habitually butchered)
Here Comes My Baby - The Tremeloes​

...That's all I can remember for now

Nice, though I would have figured for more of a Beach Boys in penny loafers.
 
Early on , when I was playing rock, my folks didn't come to many shows. I would try to balance it with the occasional church music thing, which they really enjoyed more.
After all, they bought me that first bass, paid for the lessons, and were encouraging in my music adventures.
Later on, when I sorta pivoted to country and alt-country, they came to alot more shows. When we had finally attained the level of opening for big-name acts, it was one of the greatest moments of my life to look down and see my mom and dad in the front row.
 
Dad passed away & my mom lives across the country, so not yet ... but we're hoping to time her next visit to coincide with a show.

However, my ex mother-in-law & her husband are local ... they've been to several and we all remain good friends that regularly socialize
 
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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.
My drummer's parents come to every show of ours...I think they've missed 1 or 2 since we started in 2010. I refer to them as our "super fans". They're very supportive of us which is wonderful. They even left a Christmas party early and drove 2.5 hours from there to our gig just so they could see us play. They're just wonderful people. My parents, on the other, aren't really music or bar people so I just asked them to come to our very first one and they did. Stayed for our first set then left. I was happy with that.
 

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