I remember this day.
According to the time-stamp on the video, it was more than six years ago. Two months’ shy of your 15th birthday.
It was late in the afternoon – I recall getting off the couch to the buzz of your amplifier… By the time I reached your room, you had already programmed the loop — I walked in with my camera, sat on your bedroom floor, and started recording.
You play for almost 12 minutes, at times oblivious to my presence — passionately engaged in the endeavor, beautifully lost in your music — but every now and then (as shown in this clip) you play a riff or come across a note that surprises and delights you.
I love that.
I remember posting the video later that day to YouTube — the entire 12 minutes — and how mad you were at me for doing so. I took the video down immediately. As I recollect, I was angry at myself — and I remember feeling agitated at how everything had turned out.
Looking back, I realize that day was a bit of a crossroads for us, a realization that you were coming into your own, and sharing that video without your permission was a clear case of parental overreach — an infringement on your sense of self.
I’m not sure I ever apologized in a meaningful way.
Sorry about that Jake. 🙂
For years I had no idea where the 12-minute video was — I was disappointed at myself for losing it – an irritating reminder of how scatterbrained I can be — I began to think it was gone forever, that perhaps I deleted it inadvertently.
It was only a few weeks back that I came across the full video on an external storage device.
Thanks for letting me share a snipit some six years later, on your birthday.