The Little NH’s, my nephew and I hit Iggy Pop at the Metronome festival in Prague last night. It was quite possibly one of the highlights of my dadhood to this point. There’s nothing that compares to seeing your own offspring digging one of your hobbies (obsessions) as much or more than you do. NH 1 and 2 rocked out on my shoulders and those of my nephew (a great sport, by the way) in about the 5th row for the first half of the show. After NH1’s 73 pounds finally wore down my lower back, we made it through a hugely polite crowd to the back to partake in some whirling dervish-like festival dancing. They did, anyway. I just watched and smiled.
For the record, the girls were wearing proper ear protection. I’m not a total idiot.
This is the first year of this festival and from what we saw, it was meticulously organized and went off with a hitch despite rain and hail during the day. (Iggy’s set was cut short because of a thunderstorm that rolled in in the final moments cutting his set two songs short.)
Seeing Foals tonight with the girls, nephews, and Mrs. NH as well. We’re all walking around the house whistling “Mountain at my Gates” this morning. The anticipation is running high. It’s going to be hard to top last night.