I have a cousin who, when he was a young kid, used to play the organ exceptionally well. He loved it. When he played, he would bounce. He was as much fun to watch as he was to hear. (Mark Higgins, I’m looking at you.)
That memory of my cousin is one of many conjured up during the Ben Folds (Ben Folds and a Piano) concert at the Jefferson Theater in Charlottesville last night. Watching Ben play is as much fun as listening. The show was a good mix of old and new, and was maybe the thirteenth time I’ve seen Ben in concert. I went with my husband, who has been with me for almost every show (I took my daughter to a free show at UVa a couple of years ago). This one, however, was pretty special because across the room was the boy with the allergist’s daughter.
I raised my kids on Ben Folds. My son was four or so when we first started listening to Ben. I was pregnant with my daughter when I had the chance to meet Ben before a show in St. Louis (about 14 years ago). Throughout the show I could glance across the room and see my now 20-year-old kid singing along and enjoying it as much as I was. What mother and son get to share something like that?
And now, in case you’re one of the few people who haven’t seen it, here’s the fun clip of Ben improvising while playing Chatroulette live (which he did during the show last night and it was hilarious!)