I’m bummed that we did’t make it to the Deedle Deedle Dees show this afternoon. We’ve heard good things. But. Since Nate and I both work full-time, we have to push some of the girls’ extracurricular activities (read: gymnastics) to Sundays, which means missing out on No Nap Happy Hours for the time being. But I figure, since I never wrote show reports for the first two, I could spend part of the day reliving them.
First, some insight on the series in general, in case you’ve been on the fence about making the trip. The Iron Horse is an awesome venue. It makes you feel like you’re at a show you might have gone to before breeding. The lighting is just dim enough, and, hell, there’s a bar. That’s what’s missing from most kids’ shows: decent beer. Or beer in general. Plus, the shows aren’t at in the morning. Sorry, but there’s nothing rock and roll about 11am.
Rhys took kind of an artsy photo of the place:

We made one big mistake when heading to the Lunch Money show on July 26th: not bringing food in the car. On a two-hour ride. What were we thinking?! Geraldine held up fine, but Rhys was cranky and whiny (which is how I get when I haven’t eaten…just ask Nate…so I had plenty of empathy for her). By the time we got the food we had broken down and ordered, the show was over. But that’s okay, because it gave us plenty of time to, as Rhys puts it, “say hi to that [guy/girl].”


One cool thing about the shows was that the dance floor was self-regulating. Just push ’em out there and they’ll be fine. Although I did intervene when they played “Dizzy.” There wasn’t nearly enough spinning going on! And I spent a decent amount of effort keeping Rhys occupied during the latter half of the show. During “Tiny Dinosaurs” I tried getting her to roar; what happened was, I roared, and she buried her head in my shoulder. But after we ate, we had this conversation:
Rhys: Next time, can I roar?
Me: Well, I think next time we come here, it’s going to be a different band.
Rhys: But, next time in the car, can I roar?
Me: Aw. Of course.
I broke in my new camera by recording “A Cookie as Big as My Head”:
Nate and I enjoyed the show as much as the girls did. His first comment afterward was, “So, are we coming back next month?
So we did go back for the Justin Roberts show on August 23rd. This is the part where I admit that I wasn’t a huge fan before the show. It’s just…he’s so established. [1] And maybe something about timbre that I shouldn’t be childish enough to admit to. But, hey, we own two of his albums…so we started listening to them about a week before the show, and a few of the songs emerged as early favorites (although rhyming “chalkboard” with “awkward” was a major cringe factor for Nate).
The show was awesome. You’ve got to hand it to the guy: the place was packed. At first I thought they oversold it, but we found a small unoccupied booth up on the loft. And that was fortuitous, because it turns out the best place to shoot a video is from the top of the stairs.
I have yet to get tired of watching this video of “Yellow Bus”:
We now count ourselves among the legion of Justin Roberts fans. As testament to this, our family collectively had “My Brother Did It” stuck in our heads for a week. Someone would start humming/singing “dididididit,” and it would get the rest of us singing/humming it. Crap, now it’s in my head again.
So, that’s me vouching for the No Nap Happy Hour series. I would also advocate for a trip to Herrell’s Ice Cream after. So worth it. Props to Bill Childs of Spare the Rock, Spoil the Child fame for putting the series together. If you’re a New Englander, take advantage of your chance to see Uncle Rock (10/18), Brady Rymer (11/8), and Bill Harley (12/6). Maybe we’ll blow off gymnastics one week and see you there.
[1] No, I’m not some hipster that I can’t be caught liking a popular band, but I know that there’s more good music out there than I can handle in a lifetime, and find it much more rewarding to be discovering new stuff. That’s all.






