His favorite band varies from month to month, but he remains partial to The Beatles, Def Leppard, Bon Jovi and Bruce Springsteen. (The latter mostly because it is all he hears from yours truly.)
He went to a Springsteen concert about a year ago, when Bruce played at the Concord Pavilion. It was part of the Seeger Sessions tour. We took the two boys -- the daughter, with her noise-related issues, would never have lasted -- and they had a great time. For about six, seven songs. In the end, we left early. The first time in 25, 30 Springsteen concerts that I have left early, mind you. But when the boys fell asleep at a rock concert, we knew it was time to go.
We hope that his staying power will have improved by September, when we go see Def Leppard in concert. But not only Def Leppard, folks. No, the band is touring with Styx. And the special guest band that night? Foreigner. OMG, this is going to be so hard for me, especially since I no longer, you know, use substances.
Bon Jovi, the lad has adored for ages. When a neighbor said she was going to New Jersey, the lad said, "Can I go with you?" Our neighbor laughed and said, no, he really couldn't be gone from me that long. The lad's response, "Are you going to see Bon Jovi's house?"
In the end, though, the boy always comes back to The Beatles. Strangers think it's cute when he's in one of his Beatles shirts, and sometimes they'll say things like, "I bet he doesn't even know who they are." He sets them straight right away, right down to who the dead ones are and why they are dead. ("George got very sick." "John was shot by a bad guy.")
He freaked out, though, not too long ago, when his Beatles calendar was flipped to July. It has album covers on it, and July's was Revolver. Luke's a big fan, but even he couldn't get over the fact that wherever he walked in his room, John Lennon's eyes followed him. Everywhere. It creeped him out to no end.
Pete's reaction was to tell me that any picture will do that. Great, now I'm freaked out by all the eyes always following me.
In the end, I ripped the picture down. All is peaceful -- relatively -- again in the lad's room. A nice photo of the Fab Four on the cover of Rubber Soul is getting a two-month stay in the bedroom. Damn it, though, whenever I go in, I feel like they're watching me.
[Of course, the image above is owned by Apple Corps LTD and should not be distributed in any way, shape or form without permission. 'k?]